By Lisa Huddleston
Often when I wake up before it’s time to get up I find my brain composing sentences in my head. This happened just the other morning when I awoke with the words “once I belonged to the river” running through my thoughts. I usually try to write them down for later, but this time I let them go thinking they would be gone by morning. However, there they were when I awoke still cycling through. After a little tinkering this is what appeared.RECYCLING
Once I belonged to the river
Charging and rushing to the sea
But now I am a puddle
Waiting for rain to fall
Before evaporating into thin air
Are you in a season of evaporation? Whether into the sea or into the air (ashes to ashes or dust to dust … ), it’s something to ponder.