New Years morning

 

I stand still long enough,

hands on hips, moving my weight from side to side as if each hip gyration up and down will pump new information to the decisions infront of me

 

Should I stay or should I go. ? 

Like battleships coming on the horizon, thoughts and stories

They can be told endlessly and leave no room to hear

 I am home wherever I am, I am in christ heart and in the resting there now- is an uneasiness

That I am not in service that I am not in love and that the loving I offer out can be larger and more

 

Grandson david arrives for a month- I will be grounded so stay-

 

HILLSONG plays on my laptop, I order a speaker from amazon as its just not loud enough- My cortina who resided in the speaker I brough passed away with the other nights storm.

 

I decide to go Kayaking, I hear Gordon say don’t go alone

I decide to go , the time is sunrise,after new years eve,,,, I am sure Gordon will approve

 

I collect my passport and money and hide them in an unused bathroom inside a towel roll

I leave behind my phone and computer and bring my rosary and a bandana for my adventure

 

Back and forth I paddle- waves are building and I learn how to attend to them on an angle

Dark clouds draw them

 

And I paddle in

 

Should I stay or should I go?

 

Its nice to have the question-😊

 

 

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