We are all waiting--living in the space between the BIG moments. I spend most of my days dreaming about the THESE colorful instances. They are between the times I'm waiting around for something utterly wonderful to sweep me off into another world. FANTASTICTHINGS make me press onward for even more FANTASTICTHINGS. This space between is like a Wednesday at 2:34 beneath an overcast sky. A sandwich.
And the big moments are in the fine cuisine or a talk with God beneath a tree or the way birds explode from the top of buildings as the bell tower peals in the distance or in clean socks and deep conversations or leaves falling weightless on the wind or crying so hard you can't breathe or recognizing yourself in a mirror and smiling because you are still you in there.
take a breath.
And the waiting is positioned in mid-air on a swing when you are neither back nor forth yet pumpingpumpingpumping your legs in the motion of falling head first into a cold pool or in a striving you can't name or understand yet it defines the way you smile at people as you walk along parting the golden sun-soaked air with your body and stretching your hands out and trying to feel that God is in fact not so far away as He seems.