Shake the Dust
I’ve been in a bit of a funk the last few days. Maybe it’s because we had some serious potty training regression since preschool got out or maybe it’s because I’ve been sleeping in instead of running or maybe it’s because I feel like I lost a little part of my soul when I finally caved and joined Facebook. Whatever it was, I was ready for it to stop and ready to get back to regular taking-care-of-business me. After a solid night’s sleep I woke up ready for change. During a few precious moments of quiet while I watered our garden this poem popped into my head.
Today I’m “shaking the dust” and “when the world knocks at [my] front door, [I’m going to] clutch the knob tightly and open on up and run forward and far into its widespread greeting arms with [my] hands outstretched before [me], fingertips trembling though they may be.”
Because there are two-year-olds that “speak half English and half God,”
and sweet little boys who pick wild flowers for their mommas.
And those little gifts in the midst of life’s crazy ride deserve to be embraced funk free.