Sometimes, when all the fragile, beautiful & marred humans in my house have gone to bed.
When the bumbling bloodhound is on the couch in a state of half-slumber, half-stupor.
When the wood-stove is clanking, not obnoxiously, but indignantly as it suffers to heat our small world.
When the slightly larger world outside my door groans under the weight of winter.
When the entire world groans under its weight of misguided attempts at wholeness.
When the mind, unquiet in its habitual way, is treading water.
When the water is an ocean of relentless thoughts, each wave a different magnitude, a different grade of force.
When the mind, exhausted and heaving, is washing up on shore unresolved.
When it is good to remember feelings don’t rule the world.
When it is good to remember Who does.