Moments of clarity, attempts to focus, and questions to ponder in an intentional life
99 Words for 99 Days: July 17
The fans blowing in the bedrooms down the hall are trying to move
cooler air through the house. A puff of the night wafts in here too.
Words refuse to surface. I'm in such peace tonight. Sometimes we
don't see much of the unseen. Sometimes we're blind. That's probably
just as well, I suppose. Most of the time, I think, it would terrify
us to know more than we already do. But sometimes – for a moment or
a season – the curtain moves – and we see. We know. The universe
pulses with it. I guess it's love.