still wanting to surf, to swim, to dive, to have liquid beneath and around me? alas, yes.
but life ticks on. and still i remain happy.
i was asked, when sat by a fire, when i felt truly alive. it made me think, when do i feel truly alive?
i realise, it's often.
taking a first breath in the morning, after my temporary coma of sleep.
sailing down the road on my bike, with the wind in my invisible sails.
driving down the m4 singing along to a song at the top of my voice.
but especially when soaring through the air, headfirst, with my hands outstretched, ready to break the constant surface of the water and soften my impact into the pool.
and i love it. i am alive. and it's thanks to Him.
i need to realise this though, i really do. cos at the moment, we ain't having many conversations.
we need to chat. to just chat. i think it might get more serious than just 'chat' but fear will stop me from going if i don't think of it as just a chat.
He can see me, even though i'm one of billions.
He knows me, 100x better than I know me.
He cut my eyelids so i can see.
He polished my fingernails and made them hard enough to scratch my arm.
He pushed each hair out of my head.
and He wants to talk. but i'm struggling to listen.
the answer is obvious. it screams at me. but i put my fingers in my ears.
time to pull them out and listen.
now.
right now.
blogging ends.
chatting begins.
ttfn.
