Praying
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
~ Mary Oliver ~
I'm begining to see that I had let myself run on empty for far too long.
I gave when there was nothing to give.
I have been wondering why nothing seems like a real "pick me up".
Pushing forward and getting things done. Forgetting to not only look ahead but to look up also.
I'm coming back. Slowly and with wide eyes I am making my way back to center. I am taking more photographs, hanging beautiful art on my walls and listening to anything I want for music.
I have a few hours a week and I am savouring them. They are being used for walking, collecting, and brainstorming. No rushed appointments or phone calls. I am writing in notebooks and looking forward to those minutes I can call my own.
The retreating is over and it's time to emerge. again.
I sort of wonder if it's a cycle like that for everyone...
