"Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white."
Good Friday Greetings to one and all.
I feel a bit hazy today as I try to melt my translucent thoughts with my transparent feelings in my opaque surroundings.
It is an exercise in patience.
Growing a house is now... and has been for quite some time... the growing of a man... the growing of a partner... the growing of a son... the growing of a brother... the growing of a friend.
I leave my office desk now to pick up some wall tiles for the first floor bath... but laying the tiles will undoubtedly represent the measuring, scoring, breaking, cementing, cleaning, and polishing of new surfaces within me. I see the parallels between this project and my being more clearly each day and that makes me feel that there is an intentional and necessary method to the madness.
As with all, I am in a perpetual state of becoming.
And that is okay.