Begin Again

“Thoughts from a dry brain in a dry season”
T. S. Eliot

Here I am again. I’ve felt often this year that there is a lack of things to say. Maybe not a lack of thoughts but a lack of thoughts worth remembering. Or maybe it’s an abundance with no hope of retaining or recording? Either way, my thoughts waffle and my journal has been stagnant. Days feel much the same but there is still a molding that’s happening, positive or negative. Life is happening! We’re in the middle of it! We must stay awake to see it.
As I look back this year has been full of love as well as fear. Grace with sorrow. Contentedness and restlessness and many feelings in between. There’s a sadness paired with comfort that life will always be this way. And that acknowledging this brings the truest experience.
Lord, help me live well.