restless

When the music is right and the day is quiet contentment settles quietly and drapes around restless shoulders.

There are times when restlessness stirs the spirit and feet want to dip into a maritime ocean and dance to celtic fiddles. When feet wish to be clad in hiking boots and struggle up mountain paths where spirits can soar with the beauty of it all. When feet want to wander northern woods where hearts can listen to the wind in the conifers. When the world is just too big and too wide and too wonderful and the home front too small and too common.

Yet God is the Author of our lot (Chris Tiegreen) and discontentment speaks of dissatisfaction. Would He, who created us not know our needs. Does He, who already wrote our life story not have a plan?

And as I sit, morning by morning, on my front porch

and watch the restless birds fly to and fro

I know that I am blessed, immensely.

I am loved.

And beauty is there for the taking

if I pause awhile and open my eyes to it.