To grieve,
to stand in the surf,
to let the waves wash over, the sand recede, removing any feeling of solid,.
Dirty feet washed clean again.
To scream into the wind and be swallowed up–this time with joy.
A longing lost or buried so deep, almost forgotten–
prying fingers, frozen fears resurrect the small hope.
It is not too late to dream.
You would have thought that with retirement would have come more time to blog and house clean and whatever. But I think I have yet to find my groove. I am uploading a photo just to prove to myself that I still can. 🙂
A much needed beach day to beat this summer heat.
I am sure,
confident in my banked experience,
my accurate perception, and
in my ability to determine how what I see and hear interconnects with all the memories,
retained,
recalled, and
relied on to make sense of my world.
I am certain,
not arrogant, but
certain in a way that leaves no doubt that I see better than those who disagree.
And yet . . .
There are those edges, bent and distorted that don’t quite fit the narrative—
yours or mine.
There are those blurred horizons that should be clear and stable, yet they aren’t, and so
I focus on what is in front of me. I cling to what I really really know.
And yet.
There is this growing feeling that my right-side-up thinking, so contrary to yours, might not be as faultless as I think.
There is this rising conviction that my perceptions that seem so fixed, yet so apt to divide, may be more fragmented than I know, and
I may not even know what I do not know.
I see clearly, and yet . . .
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“For now [in this time of imperfection] we see in a mirror dimly [a blurred reflection, a riddle, an enigma], but then [when the time of perfection comes we will see reality] face to face.
Now I know in part [just in fragments], but then I will know fully, just as I have been fully known [by God].”
I Corinthians 13:12 (Amplified)
It has been very hot and humid here in the desert. Humidity makes the swamp cooler very inefficient, so it was time for the beach!
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