I’ve invited two former posts into my new blogging world. Their inclusion into my clean new blogging space was a thoughtful decision. I am trying to keep clutter from invading any aspect of my life, yet in most places I am not succeeding. But as I read them over, I felt that the colourful words I used then are just as relevant in my current state and go towards painting a picture of where I am now.
Where AM I now?
My picture is painted with sepias and golds and it’s windy… but less like the kind of breeze you get by the seaside and more like the evening wind that blows in the ruggedness of the desert. Is that where I am? The desert? Do I find myself in spiritual nomadic wandering?
I am still searching and I am still waiting. I am still yearning to see the green of the forest and to swim in the river where the water laps gently all around me and the ripples of the water lift the old dust off my body… especially my feet. My feet are so tired and are waiting, if feet can be expectant. When have I last seen so much water? Water rushing all over me and the sensation of joy and belonging…
I am yet waiting for this as I still stand on the rugged cliffside in the strange beauty of the wilderness at sunset. The colours are unique and the landscape offers it’s own peculiar beauty, but I am tired and I am still waiting for the place of true fulfillment and rest.
Somewhere in the desert,
Meiche.
