After more than 3 months, Thursday morning, on my very early quite big walk, I tasted it.
A whisper of lightness unencumbered by tragedy, grief or fears about the length or extent of the trip.
No special events, emotional or intellectual triggers, that I knew of. And nevertheless, as if by magic, ease slipped in with no drama, rather an immediate feeling of rightness and grace.
For a moment. At least.
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May that taste be to you - in good time - as the small cloud Elijah saw far off on the horizon.
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Richard
Wasn't it Elijah's servant? And when he reported it to Elijah, Elijah started running.
ReplyDeleteyeah well unless elijah was blind, he probably would've also seen it.
ReplyDeleteAnd didn't Elijah's servant have to climb a hill in order to be able to see that small cloud? (All these subtle points with allegorical applicable meaning!)
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