8.29.2006

:: peace, be still ::

"Thirty spokes join together in the hub.
It is because of what is not there that the cart is useful.
Clay is formed into a vessel.
it is because of its emptiness that the vessel is useful."
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I was considering tonight the futility of searching for significance. I ache for it sometimes, for mattering. Everything in me wants to be part of the general struggle towards great victory. If I am here, it must be for a purpose.

But in the small things I find great value. Reading to my niece. Complimenting a stranger. The things I don't plan to do but walk into like Someone Else is planning them for me. Those.
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And I remember when I forget myself. I see when I stop searching. I hear when I stop filling the air with my own answers and listen instead. Growing is movement, upwards, but only as I stand still long enough to have roots and be watered and learn.

1 Comments:

Blogger Melodie Rose said...

Hey Girl!
Wow, I just read your blog, I feel like I just spent two hours sitting on your couch in your apartment talking with you. My heart is crying out for you right now. I feel worlds away from you. but in reality, I am only about half-way around the world, and I know what I would make for you for dinner, because I know what you like... :-) Call me sometime or steal someone's phone (T-mobil and cingular work here) and write a text message, 011-355-692096127. I love you!
Melodie

10:34 AM  

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