Nashville or Bust

The trip that started a longer journey

Ripples and Arrows

Two years ago almost to the day

I was sitting in this same chair and, ironically,

wearing this same sweatshirt

when the message came.

While not a direct impact, still,

the sting and the weight are similar.

Someone I know

someone close

is starting the journey. 

From my chair I look out the window to a very

familiar scene distorted by

dust and

memory and

something I can’t quite explain.

The children are playing outside.

The office phones ring, voices murmur.

The world continues to spin even though right now it feels incredibly still.

Helpless yet hopeful I send a quiet prayer for

strength and comfort.

It’s what I remember doing.

It’s all I can do right now.


September 5, 2012 Posted by | Uncategorized | Leave a comment