“No matter who we are, or where we come from, we are people who journey. We long for community. We long for oneness with the Sacred. We long to be seen and known, and to see and know the world around us.” -Kaitlin Curtice, from the chapter named Journeying Stories, Native: Identity, Belonging, and Rediscovering God
I had intended that this post be published yesterday, but had inadvertently scheduled it with today’s date… oops. Rather than rush in to send the post on its way, I pressed pause (which, from where I sit, is happening on the day between) and stayed a little longer with the images, Kaitlin’s words, and the memory of the delight in encountering this wildflower. Then, I wrote this haiku:
Joy slips in between
What is presence, if not love
Wishing you joy on the journey, right where you are.