forward motion

Take a chance in your uniqueness.

Burn your boats.

Eyes to the west and hopes to the skies,
Continue your search further inland.

Grounding each step deeper into your truth,
Faith as your guide.

Unsettled in another’s dream.

reasons for stillness

We move and move and in our moving collect debris.

The frayed strands of relationships.
Our wandering hopes.
The crumpled notes.

They snag our jackets and cling to the souls of shoes, waiting for our stillness.

A moment of rest from the rush of wind to settle in.

So that the pieces of life can enter your skin, transitioning from the weight you carried to finding their place in your body.

Everything in its place.

the unseen

Each breath you draw is an opportunity that didn’t exist in the one before.

In your thousands of thousands, how many do you notice?

We walk with our eyes shut tight, stumbling over these continuous occurrences like tree roots.

If only we had been aware.

We don’t allow our hearts to be fully alive. To have our eyes opened. To see miracles as they happen.
And we are always in the midst of the miraculous.

We were created for passion. For adventure and life.
We will continue to miss out if we do not live in this breath.

Take your breath.
See it for what it is.
A new possibility.
A miracle.
Life and grace.

foundations

As hard as you push and lean into the wall, it won’t move.
You are not ready.
Preparation is required.

Time to be adjusted and refined.
Learning to handle your own weight before taking on the next.

This time is meant to be sweet and revealing.
Don’t rush.

Mark each step with a willingness and see how the next falls in front of you.

enjoy the journey

Life is made for passion.
To be found fully alive,
Perched in joyful exhaustion,
Spent by curious wanderings,
In search of open space to roam.
To question, fail and try again.
To strive, achieve and enjoy the journey.
To have our hands covered in the work of the day.

ambition

Patience is the problem.
Innate urgency makes us ready to act,
To be the one holding the starter’s pistol,
To look for movement and forget everything of the present.

But life doesn’t understand urgency.
We lose confidence and control.
Control that is too often mistaken for peace.

I’m reminded to hold ambition with open hands,
Palms to the sky,
Knowing that life bends to the one who made me.

So I stumble in my efforts to fall in stride.
Each morning stretching,
Each breath one at a time,
Waiting for the first step to be called out.

to know an end

Bob Verschueren’s Wind Drawings

Concrete understandings don’t come easily. But those are the ones we want.

To know without doubt.

To know in confidence.

To know these ends is a journey of discovery.

So we walk a line in between. Giving into and protecting ourselves from either side. Because both are filled with life at the fullest.

We walk the line learning with each step which way is best to lean into. And sometimes not knowing at all.

But there will be clarity. And all will be well.