Have a Light Touch
I woke up at 4am and it was dark and I cuddled myself comforted that there was more night and rest. Still, I was up and my insides were restless. Health, art, precious metals, possibly invasive backyard benches, living questions all weighed on me. However, the weight wasn't awful this morning. It felt good feeling safe in the dark, my small kitchen light giving some seeming warmth.
But as in times before, I explained the dilemmas to God as well as to myself. At one point I demanded an answer. Some answers I heard had a tempering tone, some had a wait and see' manner because life wasn't predictable, and all the had an easygoing feel. I stayed in the bed for 3 hours but apparently it was worth it. Towards the end I heard “Steve, have a light touch with life,” and that made its mark Instead of waking up with a zero, and just getting busy because I should, a real dimension had been established. Life was to be taken lighter with purpose still woven into its fabric. The ebbs and flows had to be respected and all outcomes one could come to terms with. Confirmation in the magic of hearing the 'still small voice' was renewed, the path I was on was good, the story was valid, the old insistence needed space around it, and again “I was to keep a light touch.”