Thursday, January 24, 2008

.Eyes Closed.

THE DAY: January 24tH, 2008.
THE TIME: Two*Eleven a.M.
THE MUSIC: Nightminds; Missy Higgins
THE MOMENT: "You haven't blogged in forever." --Sabrina

My entire apartment is clean.
I have done all my laundry.
I have re-redded the underside of my hair.
I have washed my sheets, sprayed my pillowcase with fall-asleep-smell.
I have painted my nails, bought new mascara, written a paper a little early...

Within me, I do the same.
I categorize the people in my life and our potentials.
I search for dust in the corners of my first impressions.
I find streaks in my own reflection.
Not because I am not content, but because there are blurs in my understanding.

I am searching.
I am praying.
I am writing.
I am sorting.
I am following my intuition, riding the current of my instincts... both of which are made from the small answers I've been asking for.
Born in His timing-- I follow their first words.
I am still trusting.

1 comment:

Sab said...

I only wish I could trust like you can.