Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Just fine in this world.

February 22, 2018

 

Some mornings I wake up and it's like the faith fairy has visited me in the night. I'm not sure what the trigger is, what the catalyst is that inspires her occasional visitations, but I wish I knew. Or, more likely, she visits every night and it's only during certain fluctuations of moons and stars and moods that I'm able (or willing) to hear her. 

 

Whatever the case, I'm grateful for any time she can spare me. It's lovely to wake up and not expect the worst, at least, not first thing. And it makes me wonder--how did we learn this? How did we learn that the worst-case scenario is the most likely? Because it's not--hardly ever. And yet that's our default. How did we become so downtrodden? How did we lose the carefree days of coloring the grass blue, the sky green? How did we become so rigid, so unsettled, so addicted to the words, 'no' and 'never'?

 

It's been a long, deep winter, doves. I think we could all use a little levity, a little breath of something fresh and green, something that never questions its purpose--or its right--to be here.

 

 

 

 

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