I don't have the stomach for thinking and writing this evening. Preaching and holding space in the congregation today drew energy that took me to my reserves. It was my first preaching in this new congregation. An hour-long swim in the early evening restored. Sitting in the breeze and listening to birdsong as the sun went down refreshed. I long for bed but feel restless, and catch myself chewing on my fingernails.
Tomorrow Has Become Yesterday is a daily writing practice that opens a landscape of discovery into my own human experience.
Katherine Cartwright has been blogging since 2012, and each year brings new wonders. She asks big questions of the small things in life.
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