next stop, promised land.

those words are beyond my comprehension. to be going to a place unknown, unseen, yet ripe with promise and hope. i can hardly imagine it. when i contemplated the actualities of our relocation, i got excited. the last week has been a blur of details and i am glad it is at an end.

but goodbye begins in earnest today, i expect to cry many tears. the best thing about a heart of flesh is that it feels. the worst thing about a heart of flesh is that it feels. when i find myself in places of utter vulnerability with people i love, i sometimes wonder if it is worth the pain. every time, i answer, yes.

sometimes this past week i wanted to numb out and just get through it, but i'm glad i didn't. i'm glad i was able to be amidst the flurry and rush, feeling. alive.

i wrote a poem the other night about the missing of a departed soul. here it is:

i keep looking
as if watching
the horizon
will make you
suddenly appear

i keep waiting
as if lingering
close to
will make you
return to me

i keep dreaming
as if hoping
could change
anything

i keep praying
as if power
were mine to
bring you back.


it is well. it is all well. hopefully i'll blog monday.
peace!