There is within each of us a longing for what can simply yet inadequately be called “home,” a yearning for an experience that can equally inadequately be called more “full.”
The awareness of the sought after “fullness” is awakened through glittering moments of life in which we notice the inextricable goodness that seems to flitter about as a fairy of some ancient tale. Its effect indisputable, its essence impossibly unknown, too grand to imagine.
We seek it haphazardly and yet only ever seem to taste it when it’s the furthest thing from our minds.
There’s a dance beyond the veil, a chorus of unending depth and undulating melodies.
Its appearance dances with my soul like a hummingbird, its untimely exit as predictable as it is painful.
It is here but it is not at home here.
Nor am I.
Yet here we are and in this arena, I will chase you.
ascent du jour 