Four hundred and seventy-eight

An ode to the country, my family, and who I am now…

The sky is so incredibly clear.  The stars are a million dots in the sky that capture my imagination and send me to a world full of possibility.

The air is fresh.  Every breath I take fills my lungs with hope and clarity.

The love is tangible.  I sit here on the patio of my parents’ house, taking in the fresh air and the clear night sky and can’t possibly think of anything I’d rather be doing.

The feeling is divine.  I am so happy right now.  Exactly in this place.  Who I am and what I’m doing.

And therefore I don’t know what to write that I haven’t written.  How I can explain how I feel and who I’ve become because of the journey I’ve been on and the place I’ve gotten to.   What I share every week when I write to you.  I don’t know how more to explain to you how happy I am that I am here now in my life.  Finally.  After all the ups and downs, goods and bads, lessons learned.

I guess that’s what it means to grow.  To grow up.  To be closer to “wise”.

But not yet “wise”.  To love to learn and to continue to grow.  To hope to continue to grow as a person, in knowledge and in being.

And so I sit in the stars and the air and the trees, with the coyotes singing their beckoning calls from afar and the feral raccoons banging their garbage bins from the side of the house, and I just am.  I am who I am.  And I’m happy just being that. At least for right now.  At least for the moment.

I am who I am.  The sky is clear. The air is fresh.  The love is tangible.  And I am who I am.

(P.S. I tried to put up a very lovely photo I took of the countryside with my phone, but alas it doesn’t seem to be working.  So use your imagination of how beautiful it is out here to go along with my poetry…)

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4 thoughts on “Four hundred and seventy-eight

  1. Beautiful, Lindsay! I’ve had similar feelings over the weekend – we just moved to a house that is on Tampa Bay. Each night I’ve taken a lawnchair and gone out to the end of the dock with my wife and/or boys as the sun sets. I stay there long after it goes down and watch the stars come out, listen to the fish jump and sounds of other families bouncing off of the water, and enjoy the feel of the warm summer breezes. And I’ve thought and voiced out loud probably too many times, “How blessed we are to be here and do this!” There’s nothing quite like the feeling of being content, is there?

    Charles Sourgeon said, “He that deserves nothing should be content with anything.” But I think it goes beyond that… It’s more that we realize how truly blessed we are with what and who God’s placed in our lives.

    Keep enjoying the moment.

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