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i found what you were hiding,
the reason for your mad dash -
the spiraling exodus.
i uncovered it exactly where
you knew i would look
empty, save for that which
you trust i will never name.
~ MEH
Grounding
” . . .but my Muse, she speaks to me in words so soft that I cannot sleep, and they’re all that I need when she allows me to breathe in life and love before she comes to me over the hills and upon on the mountains: around them she speaks to me and I cannot sleep.”
He Still Speaks Through Dreams
I am writing this so I will remember, being prone to forget.
Being at Camp, but not at Camp. Talking to a non-camp person, a student, who is crying. Learning the problem. Not giving a solution, just listening, until we part ways in the woods.
Waking, confused. Praying, for how to proceed with this person in real life. Getting an answer. Acting.
Talking in real life. Seeing real tears. My confusion was not hers. What made no sense to me was the heart of the matter. Camp, but not camp.
Humbled, awed, and slightly disappointed at feeling those emotions. I know better.
Why would He stop speaking through dreams?