Is your world ever fuzzy? Mine is. Imagine a person with a cute feather duster going from item to item, barely touching it, just gently swiping each precious thing – thought, child, idea, chore, letter, Facebook update, passage of scripture, problem, budget – with the tiniest bit of care and love – then moving on. No energy or time or desire to look anything or anyone squarely in the face and really understand, probe, question, tackle, or finish.
It’s a touch of denial, a touch of trying to savor some mysteries, a touch of wanting it to all stay just the way it is, a touch of wanting things to change without effort.
One thing I need to look in the face and finish is this. My friend just had a sweet baby boy. I want one too. I think. Maybe.
I need pansies. Lots of them. And new toothpaste.
(See? This is me right now. I’ll come back when I can! )