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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

A Vital Mission


I’m heading up to MA for a spell. I have a vital mission—a delicate assignment appointed to me by the angels and I’m certain that all of heaven will be watching and cheering. And that’s how it should be—packed stands of roaring fans, cheering on brave souls with holes in their shoes.



I grew up in MA, and each time I return I feel I’m on an archeological dig, searching for familial clues, finding bits and pieces of evidence scattered like chalky bones throughout the city. Home. Worcester MA, where I toddled the gritty sidewalks in my size twos, holding Ma’s hand, the church bells pealing out the years, stopping me mid-play to ponder life’s secrets: Will the world end in my lifetime? Can God see everything I do? Am I late for dinner? I was as deep as midnight—as awake as noon, my eyes always watching as the potter’s blade cut into the clay.



I’m not a pessimist or a realist; I’m a wakeful dreamer with both feet on the ground and a good eye for detail. I see the danger, the blood on the wall, but I also see the light. The irony. The humor. The Love.



From a distance life seems so simple, like theories placed in cotton-lined boxes, carried by cautious couriers—unbreakable. But reality chews holes in your theories, rarely offering you the consideration of a cotton-lined box. No. Life is nitroglycerin carried in your own trembling hands. The great experiment whose outcome is yet to be determined. And tremble we do. But is that so terrible? For our trembling bears witness to our desperate need for something greater than our frailties, and accompanies us as we surrender to the vastness within, where we are linked like DNA to our one true love.



Angels, I am honored to accept this assignment. Humbled actually. Ma, I’ll be there soon.







21 comments:

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

"For our trembling bears witness to our desperate need for something greater than our frailties . . ."
Yes! Our need for God's unending, faithful love; worshiping Him with fear and trembling - the good kind!
In this beautiful post, dear Leah, I hear the voice of Cosette all grown up . . .
Blessings, love, and safe travels, my friend. May the angels always go with you!

Corinne @ Everyday Gyaan said...

My dear Leah, I wish you well on your journey. Truly life is so fragile and everything so indefinite ...and yet that's makes it so beautiful. May I take this opportunity to tell you how much Cozy is growing on me!

Leah Griffith said...

Yes, Cosette, the woman, retracing her steps while creating new paths. Thank you for your blessings sweet Martha.

Leah Griffith said...

I agree Corinne, life would be a dripping faucet without the unknown.
I love that you are reading my novel Corinne. Cosette has so much to say.
Love!

Karen Wojcik Berner said...

Godspeed on your journey, Leah. ((hugs))

melissa said...

I am thrilled to know what this mission is. And I pray for you. You were 'chosen' to fulfill it.

God bless you every step of the way Leah :*

Debra said...

Yes, I believe you’ll hear the applause of heaven.
Where is Ma now, Leah? I feel I know her.
I, too, hear the voice of Cosette all grown up. She has one distinct voice, that girl. More later…
Traveling mercies and much love.

Rimly Bezbarua said...

I wish your mission is a success, Leah. Life is mercurial and yet we cannot overlook the beauty that is also present in its silvery shimmer.

http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.in/2012/09/is-this-love.html

Leah Griffith said...

Good Morning Debra, my Ma passed away 14 years ago. I am going to visit with my husband's mother who is every bit a Ma to me;)
I believe being in Mass will be good for me...every part of me. <3

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you sweet Rimly. Yes, the shimmer...one mustn't overlook the shimmer. <3

Jayne said...

Oh, Leah. So lovely. "..a wakeful dreamer with both feet on the ground and a good eye for detaila wakeful dreamer with both feet on the ground and a good eye for detail." This does seem to describe you to a T.

So you delayed your trip, and now you are not your way? In transit? Do tell! I'm hoping we can sneak in a little writerly confab. ;)

Leah Griffith said...

Jayne, I will arrive on Saturday. Oh yes! We shall confab;)

Leah Griffith said...

Karen, thank you so much. I do need God's blessings. We all do.

Leah Griffith said...

Melissa, that is exactly how I feel—chosen. Thank you so much for your blessing. Just knowing that you are aware of this makes me so much bolder...I have Melissa on my side. <3

Farfalla Dreams said...

BEAUTIFUL words. It's always nice to go back home!!! Have a WONDERFUL time!

I LOVE THIS...

"I was as deep as midnight—as awake as noon, my eyes always watching as the potter’s blade cut into the clay.
I’m not a pessimist or a realist; I’m a wakeful dreamer with both feet on the ground and a good eye for detail."

Authentic Imperfection said...

Wonderful post as always. Looking forward to hearing about what you dig up.

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you Farfalla. It's been years since I've spent any real amount of time there. I think it's going to be good for me.
Hugs!

Dangerous Linda said...

Dear Leah,

I'll be thinking of you! And looking forward to your tales from afar...

XOXOXO

Susan Deborah said...

May angels accompany you as your journey to MA. I hope you will find what you are looking for and return with many stories.

Joy always,
Susan

The Loerzels said...

May your archeological dig turn uncover some beautiful antiquities!

Brooke said...

Beautiful, my friend. Feeling this: 'I’m a wakeful dreamer with both feet on the ground and a good eye for detail. I see the danger, the blood on the wall, but I also see the light. The irony. The humor. The Love.' So right there with you. I hope your adventure led you too buried treasure. xo

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