My hair is wet and all over, my sweater is hiding somewhere with my left shoe.  I must have been restless in the night because all that is left on my bed is a quilt and my nightstand is a mess.  Today is one of those days and I want to do something rash, something insensible and unplanned.  I would like to walk into a salon and watch my hair fall to the floor.  Stop at a pet shop and walk out holding one who needs somebody.  Or dig out the atlas.   Buy a train ticket.  Pack a bag.  Go.

But even bigger than that base reckless feeling is this urgent need, this haunting whisper in my head while I sleep and wake and move.  It comes from the piece of me that is limited to this body for only a while, the piece that will be free one day to always be with Him.  And it is singing in my ear, it is poking and prodding me.  Look.  Listen.  Watch.  There He is, don't miss Him.  He is working all around you and inside of you and He is.

His story is grand and it is constant unfolding, it is ancient and it is just born and it is good in a terrible way, a way that brings me to my knees.  A way that is music sweetly singing through the darkness of what we've become.  And it brings me to my knees out of deep gratitude for senseless love.  It brings me to my knees. 

This is what the day is for and this, this is what it is all about.