I've been in Texas for a week now. 7 days of no alarms, no expectations, no obligations. Hours spent on front porch swings, along flowing rivers, watching sparkling stars. Moments of contemplation, pages of wisdom, conversations of dreams. It's been a beautiful mess of relaxation, challenges and even occasional frustration.
For all that I'm trying to let go of my need for plans, I still desire to know not just this step that I'm on, but the subsequent steps as well. I know where I'll be this week: house-sitting for a friends parents with a roof over my head and a well stock pantry. There is no worry that I'll go to bed hungry tonight, or the next night either. There is assurance that this day is cared for, yet I still worry about tomorrow.
will i ever learn?
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