Free Falling Thoughts

This weariness presses onto my soul and my body. I'm learning how to see it - to see beyond the present pain, and somehow, to even see it as it truly is. An ordained grace from God. Learning involves lots of mistakes, dark nights and tears.

The world keeps on spinning. Spiraling by turns, over grief, over joy, over insecurity, over confidence, until a resting point lands with the keen precision of a knife. Rest - calm, sweet, small - in minutes that speak a lifetime and catch eternity. I love these moments.

Grace falls with a piercing beauty: in white petals on the black asphalt, black and white anatomy charts, printed photos on a sheet of blank paper.

These days have a heavy glory in themselves.