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The sun is creeping over the horizon a few minutes early each morning, and hanging on just a little longer before dipping in the west every evening. The December days of sunsets at 3:30pm are behind us, and spring is on the way. Today was full of sunshine and fast moving clouds (and blue sky). Today would have been a good day for Lake Michigan and lounging around and being in familiar places. There are corners of the past so comfortable and imprinted...
I am longing for deep connections. Deep sighs. Deep laughter. Deep conversations with deep souls. That only years of living in the same space can produce. I am balancing in the present, with my heart a little in the past and my mind a little in the future. So happy when I wake in the morning, for what that moment is. So happy to dwell in pictures of those I love that are so, so far away. Filled with hope about the promise of the future when discussion turns to that, as it inevitably does.
I bumped into an old friend at the end of school two years ago that I hadn't seen in a while, and we only talked for a moment. But it was clear that she was peaceful. And before I left, she said, 'ya know, we're all in a good place. This is truly a wonderful thing.' I hope when I meet with my new 'old friends', we can say the same thing.
And if we can't, I hope that we can walk along side one another in sorrow and share burdens. And share the deep places once again. I hope I remember to keep hope. Spring is a wonderful reminder of new things and change and anticipation.
I am longing for deep connections. Deep sighs. Deep laughter. Deep conversations with deep souls. That only years of living in the same space can produce. I am balancing in the present, with my heart a little in the past and my mind a little in the future. So happy when I wake in the morning, for what that moment is. So happy to dwell in pictures of those I love that are so, so far away. Filled with hope about the promise of the future when discussion turns to that, as it inevitably does.
I bumped into an old friend at the end of school two years ago that I hadn't seen in a while, and we only talked for a moment. But it was clear that she was peaceful. And before I left, she said, 'ya know, we're all in a good place. This is truly a wonderful thing.' I hope when I meet with my new 'old friends', we can say the same thing.
And if we can't, I hope that we can walk along side one another in sorrow and share burdens. And share the deep places once again. I hope I remember to keep hope. Spring is a wonderful reminder of new things and change and anticipation.