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June 10, 2006 > 4:49 PM
longing


I'm not sure I can explain how I long for this. I don't always talk about it. I deeply long for that view to be where I live, or one like it. Sometimes it becomes painful - walking on concrete becomes a painful thing. I'll cut across the grass at work to get to the parking lot just to walk on the grass. I listen to the birds and smell the wind intentionally and hard. I sit in my back yard and close my eyes - it sounds like the future. I watch the hawks fly. They will be there too. I can see the natural trails develop over time as people walk on them, as we go back and forth from daily prayers or out to walk and meditate. I can smell the fresh dirt overturned as we prepare to plant this and that to grow. I hear the wind blowing the leaves of the trees together and that's all I can hear. Be patient I have to remind myself over and over again. It's not quite time yet I have to say to myself. I have to hold back tears sometimes and keep doing what I'm doing right now. That's important too. I know it is.

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