Funny. I come to bed tomorrow,
ready to collapse but haven’t readied
“tomorrow’s” post. I scan through to find
drafts, ideas saved for rumination,
thoughts to finish.
“What Illuminates Your Soul?”
just a question, a title, no more —
some thought from some tidbit
saved here since May.
What did it mean then?
I don’t know, just a phrase pulling me,
somewhere I needed to wander.
Today it takes me back
from the last few hours’
revising websites, struggling
with technology. Instead,
I relive lunch with Becky
and authors Sioux Roslawski
and Linda O’Connell,
then meeting Justo Herrera.
It reminds me of a story Linda shared,
and brings me back to truth
both that my soul is illuminated
and that working to serve
my best purpose on Earth
is what reveals the light.