Restlessness rumbling. Grumbling.
Surfacing from somewhere. Deep.
An itch to move stirs my search for other settings.
Wondering if and when we’ll leave this place for another.
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Restlessness
Tag: obedience
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Blindspots
Once a year, I see it.
Visual of my blindspots.
Patterns of grey and black mapped out on a screen in the ophthalmologist’s office.
In life, blindspots can creep in. And continue. Unnoticed. Never addressed.
Endangering vision and obedience.
Sometimes we want to chart the future. Check out the land first. See if it’s a good fit.
And while the fruit is inviting, enemies can seem awfully big. Cities and their barriers, overwhelming.
So we hem and haw. Hesitate to go.
Step back from the border.
