Feeling is the reminder that life is happening beneath the skin. Her blatant signal gives warning to that journey within.
Feeling may appear when least expected. The grass that grows in February. Or the mosquito that bites in December. Without notice, she overwhelms the shell and captures the heart. In this way, feeling cannot be planned for or discounted. For she wields a mighty sword. And has the capacity to attack without obvious cause.
On occasion, falls within predictable bounds. The freedom expressed in laughter. The relief felt when tears and shed. And letting go takes place. She can show trends in this fashion. And be utilized as a formidable crutch in times of need. In this, feeling offers solace. To the volatile swings of those who breathe. To the courageous soul who dares to risk.
Feeling flirts with transitions in life. Moments of profound change. And within the rituals that mark them. But she also patters with the minutia of daily. Refusing to be defined by only the mountaintop. Insisting on accompanying each step of the foot. Sometimes she is noticed. Sometimes she is not.
Feeling shows up on a brisk morning walk. Along with the mysterious creature rustling in the woods.
Feeling bubbles in moments of intimacy. Along with the thought of losing such a love.
Feeling tickles through accomplishment and reward. Along with the realization that our bodies will one day fail.
As a truth-teller, feeling has no agenda. As she merely attempts to reflect the circumstance or season. May the pilgrim resist manipulating her presence. And be open to the vulnerability she brings. Amen.
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Feeling may appear when least expected. The grass that grows in February. Or the mosquito that bites in December. Without notice, she overwhelms the shell and captures the heart. In this way, feeling cannot be planned for or discounted. For she wields a mighty sword. And has the capacity to attack without obvious cause.
On occasion, falls within predictable bounds. The freedom expressed in laughter. The relief felt when tears and shed. And letting go takes place. She can show trends in this fashion. And be utilized as a formidable crutch in times of need. In this, feeling offers solace. To the volatile swings of those who breathe. To the courageous soul who dares to risk.
Feeling flirts with transitions in life. Moments of profound change. And within the rituals that mark them. But she also patters with the minutia of daily. Refusing to be defined by only the mountaintop. Insisting on accompanying each step of the foot. Sometimes she is noticed. Sometimes she is not.
Feeling shows up on a brisk morning walk. Along with the mysterious creature rustling in the woods.
Feeling bubbles in moments of intimacy. Along with the thought of losing such a love.
Feeling tickles through accomplishment and reward. Along with the realization that our bodies will one day fail.
As a truth-teller, feeling has no agenda. As she merely attempts to reflect the circumstance or season. May the pilgrim resist manipulating her presence. And be open to the vulnerability she brings. Amen.
For more musings, visit www.confessionalmusings.weebly.com