messy.

by:  charlie mackesy.

today in dallas it is cold.  like blustery, turn your umbrella inside out, winnie the pooh sort of hundred acre wood outside of london cold.  complete with the sideways rain that makes it feel like someone is spitting in your face.  this kind of weather sort of feels like that... like someone is being deeply annoying toward you.  it feels pretty miserable.

though I miss london often, I can be honest and say that the only thing I miss about these types of days is sitting inside relishing the cup of tea and biscuit I got to eat in relief from having escaped such ick.

some days and seasons bring such important lessons that words fail me.  and that makes me feel a bit off-centered, to be honest.

sometimes silence and space are my teachers....
where sadness can sit.
where situations can shift.
where smiling eyes can re-emerge.
where soothing can surface.
where skyscrapers can source.
where strength can rise.

life is messy.
people are messy.
I am messy.

I am thankful that also in my experience the weather changes and relief comes.
you know, london is actually not nearly as foggy and dreary as its reputation would have you think.  spending some time significant time living within its confines revealed a cozy, approachable, often sunny city which welcomed me as I got to know it, no matter how often I got lost as I tried to navigate its tricky paths.
we struggled, certainly.
and also
it became an important piece of my definition of home.
tension has the possibility of leading to deeper trust.

kb.