my books
The rain, however, had other plans and while no my way home from getting my haul my husband called me to let me know it was pouring rain at the house. I thought for a second and boldly proclaimed to my husband “Stuff it! Linnea wouldn’t let something like the rain stop her from building a house, so it’s not going to stop me!” And it didn’t.
It has definitely been a while since I last posted something here. Life has been different these last few years from what it was when I started this website, when I started writing and trying to be intentional about that.
There have been some real highlights along the way (hello, I got married!) and there have been some plot twists I hadn’t anticipated.
I’m currently sitting in my backyard in Budgewoi, soaking up the momentary speckles of sunlight that break free from the blanket of clouds that scream of imminent rain, desperately seeking Neri.
I feel itchy.
Not the kind of itch that sits on your skin, annoyingly begging to be scratched. It’s the kind of itch that is present just enough to make you feel uncomfortable. It’s invisible, so scratching it is almost impossible. It’s uncomfortable enough to keep my attention, to keep me feeling discontent enough to not forget the itch. I long for it to be gone. To soothe the discontent. I just can’t seem to find the right salve. But I know the discontent is a symptom of the deeper dis-ease of desire. My soul is hungry for change. I just don’t know what change that is….
