Monday, June 15, 2015

just under

I sometimes feel like I'm spread as thin as a skiff of butter on a slice of toast.
Hit and miss.
Barely there.
Don't think that I'm claiming to be too busy, although I've had those seasons in my life; those times when a heady combination of duty and pleasure keep your feet skimming just above the ground.

Instead, I feel like I have become fallow land.
But is that a bad thing?

Perhaps something is happening that I can't see.
Something green and fresh.
Just under the surface.

1 comment:

Annie Cholewa said...


Having found my way here I'm reading back through a few of your posts, and what a gem this one is, I know that feeling exactly, and fallow perfectly describes it :o)