because this day has been a canvas already flooded with too much colour for one heart to bear.
it took a distant voice down a telephone to soothe a frazzled soul like mine when batteries stop working and computers become electronic nightmares. when the sweet woman with the tender voice soothed the tears of this flustered pregnant woman, i felt a embrace from Heaven.
this entire day, these few hours that i have been awake from a sleep of strange dreams and tangled thoughts, i have had a reminder that it's okay to focus on the little lines instead of the bold strokes for a change.
because it's hard to see the forest for the trees and the trees for the leaves and the veins for all the big picture being pressing against our noses.
and sometimes we need to look past the image in the stained glass window and let the colours swirl over skin.
because it's not always about do.
:: it's about be ::
most of all
let love be your guide
and so i'm not looking at my computer with the broken battery that i cannot unplug for lack of power. i'm looking at the pools of glory in the wood between my worlds of chaos and Light.
and more moments of barefoot wading, and sacred moments of colour and peace.