life slice #2

in

she'd been feeling like she couldn't rub two good days together to save here life.

there'd be one--one good, passable, livable day.

followed by a rush in of three or four others. days that recalled an older time. a time well-passed, once-lived, and tremulously difficult.

but then there'd be another good one.

and so the cycle went.

and there were just enough good ones to make it all survivable, bearable, perfectly withstand-able.

but there was a sense of treading water. and while the pull of the waves seemed gentle and harmless with her head above peek-a-boo caps, she knew the rhythmic bob belied the actual pull.

the difficulty was, to keep her eyes on the horizon? or to give in?  was there redemption to be found in surrendering to the undertow--would the very thing she feared get her to where she most needed to go?

in

I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable,
but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive
is a grand thing.

Agatha Christie

travel light.

in



"I would have actual troubles & fewer imaginary ones."


the whole thing makes my heart swell to such an extent that it actually hurts. to make more mistakes. to fail more often. to go barefoot.

it all makes such good sense.







the gorgeous sarah posted this yesterday 
and i just had to share. 
if only for myself. so i might remember.