Sunday, March 16, 2014
Before God, I looked to the high desert sky for help. Vast and blue, the clouds were present as pillowy beds. With a step ladder, I thought, I could climb up and rest there. Life, all the sweeping and washing, cooking and thinking, turned out to be exhausting. Thirty-eight and I had little left. But the sky, at least, gave me hope, showed me something more than the walls of the house I lived within, the skin I felt trapped in. I longed to leap up into that sky, and into its blue, swim. Get lost and become something limitless.