Space Aligned

And just as my eyelids flutter shut, He calls me to rejoin this story, this story, for which I left that I may listen - for an indefinite amount of time, as my call is to this obedience, for which I have not answers, but faith, and voice.

Where was I.. my invisibility unnoticed, perhaps, yet I am here, waiting for this moment…preparing in such silence for my next moment of being.

And what I share, is simple. And quiet. For in this time of survival, I did not use my energy to survive, rather, remain present, through it all.

And so pain, felt rather like a texture than an ailment. Of course not all textures are pleasant, yet texture can be layered, such that I changed my relationship to it, and felt His transformation

…and I choose

to hear His voice

above my own

and wail, yet

felt the nuance

in my

tremored prayer…

since

His love

already is

and already am -

I only need

this moment -

and the next

to continue

my journey…

Therefore, faith

lights my walk

and I listen

with each breath…

And speaking of a journey, I so desire to walk the Camino one day. Maybe one day I will, if I find the way. Till then, I realize, perhaps I am already on the path as my pilgrimage is chemo at three-week intervals. And I have this beautiful space to reflect, to heal and to be with God. The grace of acceptance means that I can release my suffering, untuck my soul from its depth, and pray for the courage to shine.

AMEN.