Noticing.Thirty-Two

She talked in her sleep for the first time last night. Sat up, said, “I need help,” in the sweetest, quietest voice, then turned around in her bed like a puppy and went straight back to sleep. Adorable. I’m tenderhearted in the wake of breakthrough. It’s my favourite phase in my spiritual journey; I’m wide open to hear, see, feel, and know God in deeper, more intimate ways. But it doesn’t last. All the more precious for its brevity. Finally submitting to the instinct that I need to cut input...