familiar yet almost forgotten

“We must work every day, whether we feel like it or not, otherwise when it comes time to get out of the way and listen to the work, we will not be able to heed it.”

-Madeleine L'Engle

Today, I listen to the waves,

feel the persistent breeze

nudge at my skirt and

the ends of my hair,

feel the numbness of my toes...

It is an experience of returning

as a new person, with the

same delights. The familiar

yet almost forgotten

communion of our

separate thoughts comforts

me as we walk side by side

toward the unknown haze.

The chill bites at my fingers.

I run out of ink in one pen

and ask for another. I continue.

Lord, what is my work for today?