Monday, February 11, 2019 – Restless

Winter all but passes us by. It’s relatively cold just now, but there has been minimal snow all winter. I look at the weather, and photos friends share from places near and far, and it’s as if we are in a bubble. Strange.

In the in-between I’m prone to restlessness and melancholy. I wish for a good blast of winter to shake things up, and then an early thaw. I look at photographs taken at this time in years prior and see that both scenarios are possible.

I wrestle with staying present. I dream of gardening while I wish for fluffy snow to fall.

Meanwhile, there is this one precious day to make the most of.

Word wrangler. Photo taker. I'm here early most mornings with one of my photos and a few words about life and those thin places where faith intersects.

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