Yesterday the familiar sights, smells, and feeling of dirt and mud under my feet stimulated thoughts unlike those I had at sea. I missed the dirt, even if it was dirty. Isn’t everything dirty, contaminated, and full of toxins? I groaned.
The air wheezes, the land laments, and the sea heaves. All creation groans.
Yesterday’s flower was gone. So, what’s the point? Why even bother? I choked on my own toxic thoughts. It was time for a detox; my groans were becoming grumbles!
My God, let my eyes look directly forward, and my gaze be straight to you. Straighten the path of my feet; then all my ways will be sure, I prayed!
August is a new adventure. Here we go.