If only we could follow the heart of God…
And so it is with God, easier to love the God who is not rather than the God who is, a God distant, one who cannot touch us.
Immersed in thick humid summer air I wait. I welcome God to speak, my heart to listen, to connect, to become a bit more aware again
…taken by a force beyond their control, graced with the opportunity to bring new life in new places
Lost in the woods, my soul, ambivalent and ungrounded, dis-connected. Thinking about praying, but not. Longing to have the desire to pray.