A note of tenderness

This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that before he can fly.

Hello. 

I think of you often during the week. Wondering what to say, what I need to hear. Sometimes I know what I want to write for days. Sometimes, like today, I am less sure. Less sure of what is moving through my body, Spirit’s whispering faint against the backdrop of overcast skies and baby cries.