Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Waiting for just right
Waiting that morning for the sun to fully rise, for pinkish hue to change to yellow white winter light.
For the snow to fall, quickly, and to melt even more quickly, harming noone in the process.
Just a thick blanket of rest. Work slows and stops. Naps are long and dreamy.
Waiting also for life to make sense, not just in retrospect, but in this now moment.
For justice to be experienced by all, not just proposed as convenient theory.
For peace in this world, people free of conflict, all with healgood intentions.
Hoping for strength, restoration.
Hoping for just-enough-snow.
Not so deep that HU work
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