I'm tempted to go visit my seagull friends, but another rainstorm is rolling off the sea.
it's been a watery week.
rain. mist. more rain. some tears. hail. wet wind. rainrainrain. and fog, oh goodness the fog.fog so thick that we couldn't see past 5 feet on our way home from the library last night (thank you ladies for the book suggestions!). I love the mysterious silence fog brings- like snow, but without the clarity. Fog makes me want to fold into myself; to get cozy under a mess of quilts so I can breathe and just.....be.
this watery week has the ocean on my mind.
i had a dream the other night that we were all sea glass, smoothing out our fears between the salty waves and sand. I woke up with a migraine and aching all over. Tumbling is never easy.
this dream left me chewing over my fears. letting them surface without judgement or bitterness.
we all need moments to understand them so we can begin to let go.
someone once told me they couldn't understand how i worshiped a god that allowed fear.
i'm not so sure I would if he didn't. i need fear to instruct; to bring about my shadows.this tumbling I'm in is refining.
smoothing out the edges, like sea glass.
and so i'm thankful.
thank you sea, for your push and pull.
thank you earth, for your sandy hold.
and thank you god, for putting me here, in this place.
your ways are more mysterious every day.
