I posted another short essay hoping to be a part of a group called Friday Fictioneers. Since 6 a.m. I’ve been trying to link my story to their site, to no avail. I have instructions printed out, and still can’t do it. I’m in tears because I feel that stupid.
As I told Elle, I could have been writing all this time.
A pilot without visibility needs to have faith in the instruments of his plane knowing they’ll get him there safely. He can’t waver on this…he needs to dig in, his resolve intact.
I feel we non-pilots quite often do the same, just on the ground.
I saw a great saying in a church window: Give thanks for unknown blessings already on the way.
It made an impression.
I look yonder into my future and see nothing, yet having been on the planet so long, know that’s not the way it works. Something breathtaking could be coming, or equally crippling, but we wisely won’t go there.
Having faith requires enormous vigilance, a trait I loosely possess.
Blessed are those who have faith who cannot see, says The Torah.
Oh really Moses? I know you circled that desert like a polo pony finally getting to the other side, so I suppose you’re a good enough reference as any.
That’s my goal for today – to keep myself open for good not lingering in the shadow of uncertainty alongside things one has no control of, like cyber life beyond me.
I can only compare this to walking on the sunny side of the street, and there’s always that opportunity – we just need to cross over, the light beckoning like a beacon leading us home.