The page was known…
read and reread,
underlined, annotated
illuminated…
…reread again.
then ribbon lifted
and hollow formed beneath the page,
a cave of sorts, with life inside.Slowly the hollow became sky
as the page lifted clear
and floated
…to gently settle next
to what had been.
Ready now to be read
were these new words
to this old story,
…enter now, they called to me.The first not forgotten
…nor unimportant,
but leading the way,
for what is now.
This character that I have entered,
coauthored with a Greater.
These new, fresh words,
shimmer and wait,
as though by my living
…will they be fixed to the page.
A week ago I had an opportunity to retreat. This is my way of mining and remembering the gift of the weekend.
Open Ears 
There is something really intriguing about the idea that as the page turns a memory is formed. But I also really appreciate the picture that this paints of being so present as to study our current situation circumspectly as though it were the words on a page that can be read, reread, underlined, etc.
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Thank you, Katie.
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