In the hustle and
bustle of LAX airport, I found a little hideaway in a corner next to the window
near my gate. I placed my green tea and snack
neatly next to me along with my carry on, hoping to find my appetite
before boarding.
Enclosed in my
suitcase was the beloved white dress that at one time made me feel hopeful. Concluding the weekend the dress was crumpled
into a ball, which resembled me as I looked over to the window and saw my reflection,
sitting on the dirty floor curled up in the fetal position with my head resting
on my knees. I observed myself further
as I looked frail from having lost nearly five pounds over the course of this
whirlwind of a weekend. I wished that
with the pounds that disappeared from my body that also the disappointment,
worry and sadness would have dissipated just as easily, but that was not the
case. In fact, they were the very cause for my new slightly more slender stature.
While I sat feeling cold, alone and helpless, I chose to remain there on the floor in isolation, until the dreadful moment when I had to board the plane, leaving the past behind me, in order to salvage my life in the present.
While I sat feeling cold, alone and helpless, I chose to remain there on the floor in isolation, until the dreadful moment when I had to board the plane, leaving the past behind me, in order to salvage my life in the present.
“Your most profound and intimate
experiences of worship will likely be your darkest days.” Rick Warren – Purpose Driven Life
Writing on my closet floor, but not without an essential piece sure to further inspire me...chocolate!
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