There are times when you and Life are walking along, like good friends, and you think you know where you are going. You think that you and Life have agreed on a direction; that there is a plan; that you understand each other.
And then Life decides that despite all the trees you have already visited, you really must see this new one. This tree is different from all the other trees and if you don't see it, you simply won't be the person you might be if you DO see it.
And so Life changes direction.
Except you don't notice. Because you talked about it. And there was this plan.
And then you trip over Life. And Life LOOKS very indignant because you weren't paying attention and kneed her in the ribs. And you ARE very indignant because this is a stupid tree that you had no interest in ever seeing and you would chop it down and burn it if you could. Stupid tree. Stupid Life. Stupid little bits of gravel stuck in your palms.
But eventually, you think of a different walk and another tree. Maybe a blooming cherry tree you are hoping to see in the future or a Christmas tree that you laughed while decorating in the past.
And you brush the gravel from your hands and make your peace with Life, and taking your memories and your hope, and perhaps paying just a little bit more attention to the world around you, you start walking again.
For all of my friends who have tripped over Life this year, I love you and I am praying for you. And if Life will walk with you past my house, we have band-aids and dog biscuits and hugs for however long Life will let you stay.
Just don't stop walking.
Love,
~~ LeAn (and Dog)
And then Life decides that despite all the trees you have already visited, you really must see this new one. This tree is different from all the other trees and if you don't see it, you simply won't be the person you might be if you DO see it.
And so Life changes direction.
Except you don't notice. Because you talked about it. And there was this plan.
And then you trip over Life. And Life LOOKS very indignant because you weren't paying attention and kneed her in the ribs. And you ARE very indignant because this is a stupid tree that you had no interest in ever seeing and you would chop it down and burn it if you could. Stupid tree. Stupid Life. Stupid little bits of gravel stuck in your palms.
But eventually, you think of a different walk and another tree. Maybe a blooming cherry tree you are hoping to see in the future or a Christmas tree that you laughed while decorating in the past.
And you brush the gravel from your hands and make your peace with Life, and taking your memories and your hope, and perhaps paying just a little bit more attention to the world around you, you start walking again.
For all of my friends who have tripped over Life this year, I love you and I am praying for you. And if Life will walk with you past my house, we have band-aids and dog biscuits and hugs for however long Life will let you stay.
Just don't stop walking.
Love,
~~ LeAn (and Dog)
Hugs!
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