
Behind a Glass Wall
Dreams are deferred for all kinds of reasons; historical oppression, systemic greed, lack of resources, confidence, trust, motivation, sleep. At various points in my life I’ve assumed certain comforts and goals were unattainable for people like me; poor and spoiled. Not the ‘silver spoon in mouth’ kind of spoiled, but the rotten egg, inherently worthless, therefore defilable sort of person who imprisons hope as a function of survival. When plans fail to materialize the faithful have a habit of saying when God closes a door He opens a window’. As the keeper of multiple, shame-filled secrets, I felt like a locked and windowless room. One of the many mysteries of the universe is the transmutable power of Love; our collective destiny. All that’s required for reentry is a crack; fault lines in the stone plate of ego defenses, hairline fractures of a vulnerable bones or sometimes, complete nervous breakdowns. Either way, if we’re lucky, something eventually breaks us and we finally yield to the gifts waiting on the other side. ~
What is your dream and who or what is it waiting for?
I hope you’re having a relaxing Sunday. That was my devotion this morning He makes me lie down in green pastures; he leads me beside still waters; he restores my soul.—Psalm 23:2-3
This reminds me of something that I once remembered reading… that the pessimist is often happier than the optimist, since they are so often positively surprised… maybe having nightmares makes us happier than having dreams that don’t come to fruition
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I’ve heard similar sentiments though not stated as poetically 😉 I guess I’m a doomed optimist.
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I’m not sure I’ve said this enough, but your writing is soooo good. I always find myself clinging to every word.
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K E it’s always helpful to hear and coming from you, it means a lot. Thanks ❤️
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