I want to post a poem. Actually I want to post the lyrics from an Indigo Girl's song: "Closer To Fine." I have written an email asking permission to post these on my blog. We'll see if I get a response and permission. In the mean time. I'm waiting.
Waiting for my meeting tonight with the vestry (governing board) where we will set our goals for next year.
Waiting for a return phone call with the Canon of Pastoral Care to discuss a brilliant idea I have...hah.
Waiting for my kitchen floor to dry, since I just washed it.
Waiting for the mail to come. In case there is something exciting instead of just bills. (hah hah)
Waiting until I get vacation, three more weeks.
Waiting for our land to sell. (part of brilliant idea I want to discuss with the Canon).
Waiting for my son to get of school and my daughter to call.
Waiting for what life has in store.
Waiting until the dry season ends and I feel fruitful again.
Waiting until this desert time has passed and I am no longer creatively parched.
Waiting until the harvest which always follows season like this. When all feels dull, dry, parched, empty.
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