journal bits

from one week ago...

This season presses on me like thin air, difficult to breathe and even more difficult to feel what is in the depth of my heart. It aches for what is real, abundant and full of new, green leaves made for healing and a taste of the goodness that I know I should be able to see. Each hour brings me closer to backing into a corner, to realizing the people I trust most are not there for me now. The tools I had are gone, and the wants and needs are being burned up in the time of pruning. 

distraction.

I don't know if it's just me but I like to redeem certain words... and distraction is one of them. I crave distraction at times like these, something to disengage thought from unanswered questions, something to challenge and refocus. Yet it is easy to see too much of the lack of answers, the lack of people to talk to about what's going on. Pretty good setting for a change in perspective.