I struggle each day to find that once familiar person, me, closest companion. I've lost so much precious time. It's been rolling over me like a river in a nightmare, having neither length nor brevity. The waters...tangled me in a dark eddy of lonely struggle, apart from the world, where time hardly seemed to exist at all, even as it flowed past me. But as my awareness has gradually risen...I see that my loved ones, my friends, the rest of the world, have gone a long way down that river without me.
Monday, May 19, 2008
too long a time
This is how I've been feeling for too, too long...I found this in the "First Person" series on page 67 of the February 2000 print version of Life magazine; John Trotter is the author.
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Oh, Leah. Too long a time, indeed.
I grieve that reality with you and also honor the courage you embrace to feel, name, and share your reality with us. You are a profound gift to me and to the Church, and I so look forward to the day when more people see and celebrate your magnificence.
I called your new phone but the voice mail wasn't set up, so I will try again tomorrow during the day (won't have blog access till tomorrow night here at my friends' house, or email access till I get home on Monday). If you'd like to get together Thursday night after 6 or Friday afternoon/evening after 3 would work great for me....Give me a call if you choose. And know I am holding you in the light of Christ and Sophia, whose brilliance radiates through you, till we speak again.
(((Leah Sophia)))
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