It’s been a heavy fall. This could be a side effect of the shifting seasons as winter looms in an all encompassing blanket of black (everything seems to be a shade darker this year) that encourages early evenings of hibernation. The spiritual drought I’m in likely has something to do with it too, as I go through the motions not feeling the warm Presence I'm used to. It’s probably partly a result of the jarring embrace of frosty air so cold it leaves a lonely, sharp ache that a boiling cup of tea can’t even thaw. These symptoms of a looming winter and broken exhaustion have encouraged darkness to easily seep into the crevices of my favorite season. ------ Head tilted to the side, eyes focused in little slits, nose scrunched ever-so-slightly, and a quick “uh-huh” with a nod up and down. I know this look well. I was the recipient of this look nine times out of ten as I word vomited an overcompensated explanation to why I wasn’t making the trek home for the long holiday...
Just a young woman navigating the way of the world one prayer at a time.