I’ve built my life around words: planted them like seed, panned for them like gold. I’ve gone out into green valleys and collected words like rainwater, storing them up for seasons of drought.
This is what my kind of people do.
There are days when words feel too small for me — a poor, mealy-mouthed language too paltry to say what must be said. On those days I dance. I paint. I reach for my camera.
And lately, I’ve found myself speaking wordless prayers.
So today, I’m praying this:
I want this, and this, and this:
I go out into the green world and I ask for what I see — for my soul and for yours.
For the parts of us too wide and deep for talking.
I sit still, and I say nothing. ❤