Be present with your want of a Deity and you shall be present with the Deity. Thomas Traherne
Sometimes I lose you. Say you are a puppy and Iâ€™ve left the door ajar. Or Iâ€™m due someplace and canâ€™t remember where. In my sticky-uppy hair and ripped work shirt, I ransack the place to find my datebook. Gone. Or Iâ€™ve dropped my glasses and Iâ€™m crawling on all fours to swab the floor with outstretched hands. I mop blindly, my heart stuttering with fear.
Donâ€™t tell me you are not a puppy. I know. Youâ€™re not some destination. But I want to tell you what itâ€™s like to hunt, although the words are clumsy. Vapor. What it comes to: You are the sky, the boat, the oars, the water. You are the soul that longs to row and youâ€™re the rower.