Clarity

In a box called operations and everything administrative, someone I well know has peeked over the edge at another that might co-exist, wondering about her. This person, the one, that was never held in high esteem -- she who wanted to create and dream and be special in that way -- diminished as the hours counted down and time passed on. Occasionally seen and recognized, she delighted in those moments. In due course reality would return and back into the box she would flee.

It's not that the box was uncomfortable. The box was well-fitted, sturdy, safe, known. Effortlessly lived from and recognized and appreciated. She knew it was a part of her and desired from its fullness not to escape with finality.

Yet, sadness crept in with the realization that living within and from the box had become all that was seen of her. The grief of fragmentation prevailed, the pendulum began to swing. And, in this place she acknowledged that change lay waiting. Perhaps God was asking her to have courage to leap beyond the boundaries of her box and be known.