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Life became bearable again for me last night.
I had spent the day wandering the house, my body charged with energy that could not be expressed, my spirit aching to be anywhere else; I was ill-content with my existence. And then a prayer and a cold, crashing wind reminded me of my passionate self.
I awoke this morning with new perspective and a remembrance.
So much of my enjoyment of God's great creation is my participation therein. I like to feel a part of the beauty, myself a sheath of grasses, a swirl of dancing leaves. This is why I always dressed as I did, so that I might live among the glory of nature and not mar it with my own ugliness.
It has been so long since I have been beautiful like that, and today I remembered.
Suddenly, I am able to write again, too.
I had spent the day wandering the house, my body charged with energy that could not be expressed, my spirit aching to be anywhere else; I was ill-content with my existence. And then a prayer and a cold, crashing wind reminded me of my passionate self.
I awoke this morning with new perspective and a remembrance.
So much of my enjoyment of God's great creation is my participation therein. I like to feel a part of the beauty, myself a sheath of grasses, a swirl of dancing leaves. This is why I always dressed as I did, so that I might live among the glory of nature and not mar it with my own ugliness.
It has been so long since I have been beautiful like that, and today I remembered.
Suddenly, I am able to write again, too.