A wall in our building has one of these chalkboard social art installations. You've probably seen photos of other similar ones. They can be found on building sides around the world. The idea is anyone can contribute their big thought; what they want to do before they die.
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Today is the sort of day that usually stalls me when I've taken on challenges like this 90 day blogging challenge. To give you some idea, not only do I feel like I have little and less to say, today, but my time is in short supply, as well. In fact I'm using talk to text as I drive to narrate this into my blog even now, because I don't know when else I would fit it in.
Not so long ago, AP and I stood together next to our makeshift dining room table. A cobbled together affair of sawhorses, an old door and some ungracious metal chairs. The spectre of a table, a glaring blemish in what was an otherwise lovely setting for our Thanksgiving fete clashed offensively with the smell of pie and stuffing, of the sage and orange brined turkey which billowed around us like the wind of a happy storm.
I've started to see my own heart clearly, for the first time in a long time. At first, I was discouraged, as I recognized shreds of myself, laying in disconnected pieces. The way I've been procrastinating about our adoption. Procrastinating about some of the work I want to accomplish, creatively. The many doubts that I have allowed to speak to me with the authority of truth, for so long that those voices are my trusted confidants. My heart bears Jonah's brand, and I realize I've spent months in the belly of the whale.