i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

i have officially reached 400.

there is no real significance,

except that i'm still here.

where have i been?

where am i now?

where will i be going?

right now it seems as though i am in a state of suspension,

a waiting.

for what?

for who?

for when?

for why?

is it okay to be waiting without a clue?

is that the same as waiting in faith?

or is it waiting with a certainty, of the what, but not the how?

am i waiting for you?

today it dawned upon me,

what if all this comes to nothing.

what would i do?

the answer is: i'm beginning to discover...

i don't know just yet,

but this is not a paralysis.

this is a rest.

where i leave one part of my heart for now, to respond to

the other tugs, the other calls, the other pursuits.

and when these heartstrings grow taut again,

i'll follow the thread to your hands,

and when i see your face, it will feel like coming

home.

anditwillgolikethishowareyoui'vebeenwaitingyou'realittlelatebutthat'sokay

and there will be smiles all around.

but until then, it is still all wonderful,

and every minute of every day is grace.

its all grace.