And then there were sights like these. I can’t tell you where… they were nowhere in particular. They helped me respond to some questions from you, but mostly those coming from me. Sometimes the answers were here; and somehow I’d glimpse the reasons. There were even times when I’d understand that there was actually no need to respond.
Seconds here gave me much welcomed breaks from the constant hum of this life – the low level stirrings of the usual mix of anxiety, confusion; of questions and doubt. Brief stays in these places gave some sense and relief, however temporary sometimes they’d be. A setting straight, for moments at a time, of the twisting and turning of whatever the meaning I’d chosen to grasp for the day.
The words to explain aren’t really with me now. I’m sort of hoping that someday they’ll come. But I somehow know that during these times, there arose an inkling of truth…a shadow from which to hold on. On the tip of a toe, in the kernel of corn, around the wings of that bird in the sky.