thursdays

i love these nights, these nights which are about to be over. replaced by something richer perhaps, but surely not as peaceful. i have my rituals, i have begun to live by ritual. thursday night is for this exactly: calm, peace, music, writing, drawing, letter-writing, and resting. i hang my clothes and run hot water through the coffee-maker, stretch my back on the rug, and allow gratefulness to flow around, over, and into my soul.

tonight, i wrote sara, em, and kelly little notes for the end of the year. not seeing kelly all summer-or sara until january- i can't even go there, so i don't. instead i reflect on the GOODNESS of abba which bursts down my walls of possibility. he creates new and unimaginably sweet places in my life, shattering even my highest expectations of joy; his gifts go higher, his gifts fill me fuller.