(Feeling impatient)

A dis-ease.  

I am a child who cannot seem to stop fretting over her clothes.  It feels a little too tight here, a little itchy there, quite cumbersome over here, and just impossible everywhere else.  No, I am not quite comfortable in this skin.  Whether it is new, or old, I can't really tell.  All I know is that it's incredibly different from what I had gotten used to.  If it is new, then I suppose I just need some time to get used to it.  But if it is old--that is, if it is the same as what I had always had, but had been worn down and soiled by time--then I must believe that a time is coming when I will finally be able to break out of it and revel in the glory of...

In the meantime, I must keep myself from scratching too hard, lest I wound myself.  Time, and the infinite grace of God, shall be my guide.

September Dreams

1. I somehow ended up in the middle of the ocean, with no land in sight. The water was black, the world was a stifling shade of gray, and I was all alone. I found a speckled dolphin (or it found me) and held on to it for dear life. It dove into the deep where the rest of its family was. Part of me prayed that it would surface soon because I wasn’t sure how long I could hold my breath. The rest of me found a strange peace, despite the subsurface gloom. Perhaps it was the way the water muffled the noise of the coming storm. Perhaps it was the presence of a whole pod of carefree dolphins. Perhaps it was the certainty of my salvation.

2. A bareback ride on an Asian elephant in the middle of a flooded rainforest, in South America, soaked, absolutely soaked. Everything was lush and green and deliciously wet. My elephant meandered through the water with its trunk raised up like its snorkel. I sat on its back in silence; the water went up to my knees.