Sometimes I feel as though I am on the edge of a break through. Some great discovery about life. The wind pushes my hair from my face and birds cry in the distance. Somewhere a ways off the water laps against the rocks of the river and the peace starts to swell...and then it is gone. It was only an instant. And that peace leaves me more confused and aware of my blindness.
But am I the one pulling away from the peace? Does it scare me to know because then, maybe, I'd have to rely on it? Would I rather follow blindly than walk with my eyes open? Or am I really just not ready yet for what that peace--those answers--would mean?