on peace and knowing

In my arms, no space between us, her eyes fall slowly and the rest of her joins in slumber.  The little boy on the couch, going on hour number three.  No playing or running or chasing after sister.  Sure signs of a sick child.

The world is small today, it exists only in these walls. And thoughts that dare to enter the stream and make splashes are hushed by a force of peace.  Speaking of these walls, we’re moving in a few months.  To create a home in another set of walls, which could be absolutely anywhere. Down the street, other side of town, four states away, or even where the roaring ocean meets the shore.  That’s all I know, a move is coming and that’s enough to begin a new year, with the promise of change.  Because change is like a sweet summer breeze to me, in the way it washes over you and fills you with delight and life.

We’ll know the right place, I’m sure. And when that happens there will be things to do and they will get done.

But, right in this moment or moments, for some last longer than others.  I only hear,

be all here and nowhere else.

be all here and nowhere else, it’s freeing and full of questions, but mostly the first.

and more than anything it’s exciting, because we’re waiting for message and we wouldn’t want to miss it.  This part of our story, the next turn of events, another clue into tomorrow, and promise for today.

So, that’s where I’ll be until… then.

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