Uncloistered

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  “She gazed ahead through a long reach of future days strung together like pearls in a rosary, every one like the others, and all smooth and flawless and innocent, and her heart went up in thankfulness. Outside was the fervid summer afternoon; the air was filled with the sounds of the busy harvest of men and birds and bees; there were halloos, metallic clatterings, sweet calls, and long hummings. Louisa sat, prayerfully numbering her days, like an uncloistered nun.” A New England Nun By Mary E. Wilkins Freeman (1852–1930)

Run To It

 It’s been a busy couple of weeks of long working hours and short nights. Have not had much time or energy, for that matter, to sit long enough to write anything well. 

Recently a co-worker innocently asked, “what’s your favorite thing?” Would you believe it when I say I could not answer? I can’t have my favorite thing right now. So my heart broke a little more. Again. Everything has changed for me. I don’t like where I am right now or what I’m doing. But it’s all I have to do. I just feel sorry every day. 


What I’d like to do seems impossible. My favorite things are unattainable right now. But one day, hopefully soon, it may change. And I’ll run to it when it comes. But I’m the meantime, I can only be where I am. 

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