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Thursday, February 27, 2014

I Left a Hot Pot of Coffee for This?

It's early, and eerie, and I’m getting goose flesh as my morning walk leads me into some really dense fog. I have to push myself across the threshold of hesitation, for who knows what lurks in this heavy haze? And to think, I left a hot pot of coffee for this.

Each day is a gamble, but most days, I’m bright blue with optimism—the sky is mine, as is the sun and the moon. But on foggy mornings, when my faithful witnesses have vanished, and the familiar markers of life have morphed into storybook giants, angry she-bears, and spiky plants with mean points waiting to poke out my eyes, how do I motivate myself to keep moving? Do I continue on only because walking backwards is impossible?

I’m amazed at the amount of faith I have in the moment—this flash of now that calls itself life and holds everything with such casual tension, often disarming me by droning on and on like a monotone math teacher, and then shifting my world with sudden brilliance like so many stars kaleidoscoping from heaven.

I move forward, trusting that the odds are indeed allies.

11 comments:

Karen Wojcik Berner said...

It's amazing how distorted our everyday views become with weather, isn't it? I have yet to find my "sudden brilliance like so many stars kaleidoscoping from heaven" today, but I'm trying. :)

Leah Griffith said...

Ha! Me either Karen. I mostly get the droning math teacher, but it's nice to know that life could surprise us at any moment. Keep trying;)

Julia said...

I love you dearly.

Your words speak to my depths. I'm eternally grateful that we get to hold hands through all of it, Leah. Goose flesh, thick fog, sun, moon, wild, droning math teachers. Through all of it - our hands reach out to the other and what a damn, precious gift this is.

Deepest bows to all that you are...

Leah Griffith said...

Dear Julia, I'm so glad that you, my faithful friend, are here with me. You, who not only sees me, but allows me to see you. You don't hide or disappear. Thank you for offering your hand and your heart dear sister. We were made for this;)

Stephen Hayes said...

Love the moody, eerie photographs.

Leah Griffith said...

Thanks Stephen. It was moody and eerie;)

Cheryl said...

You always evoke such imagery with your words. Beautiful!!!

Leah Griffith said...

Thank you sweet Cheryl. I've not been blogging much. I've been otherwise occupied, but lately I've felt the pull. I'll see you at your place, my friend.

Martha J. M. Orlando said...

Your words and images never cease to mesmerize me, dear Leah! You write like no one else I know and I love it!
Blessings and wishes for sunny days and bright blue skies!

Leah Griffith said...

Hey Birthday babe! Thank you the beautiful compliment and for visiting me on your very special day! I hope you have brilliance planned for nothing short of it will do.
Much love!

angel011 said...

Fog can be fun, especially if all I see is grey outside of the vehicle (with someone else driving, of course).

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