(Photo Credit: DirtMan)
As we walk through the corridors of life, boards creak and shadows linger.
When we find the source of creaks and see the shadows for what they are, we find they aren’t obstacles at all. They are merely substance along the journey; things that make us stop and think before we continue. Sometimes we need to reevaluate and other times we need to appreciate the moment for what it us.
We are not promised the passageway to be clear, but we can be assured we will be lifted if we stumble.
There will always be lights to guide us and beams to hold us up. We must find it within ourselves to trust the light and build our support system.
When we listen we will find the heartbeat and footsteps we hear belong to us. The shadows are the fears we’ve cast upon our lives, and most importantly the door we see ahead is the one we’re supposed to walk through.
Shadows can not exist without a source of light, and neither can we.
Look deep. Find your source. Continue the walk.
Living in the Gap
April 24, 2012 – Laundry
The aroma of fresh meadows fills the air. I inhale deeply and take in the clean and probably a bit of lint as well. I love the smell of laundry drying. I love the warmth of the air. I feel at home. Clean Cotton. Fresh Linen. The candle and air freshener companies differ in their names. I guess “clothes dryer” is not a name to sell candles or sprays…
Living in the Gap
April 25, 2012 – Dancing Cardinals
The male Cardinal strutted about in his bright red attire. He danced to and fro in an effort to woo her. She thrust her drab feathers toward him and scooted off. He puffed his suit of feathers, making himself big and somehow his color brighter. The birds continued the flirtation until another female skirted across the driveway and perched herself upon the limb of a dead forsythia bush. Flowering bushes on each side hid her from his view but still he knew she was there…he flew over her and she trailed along. The other female who played hard to get realized she had competition and chased after them. A slight flutter of red drifted through the air and disappeared.