Emptying My Soul

As I sit here basking in the sunlight on my vacation, worship music filling my ears, the heat of light warming my face, burning off the coolness of morning, I imagine writing all that I’ve been arm wrestling with on stones and skipping them across the lake, that beckons me.

One by one, each unique to its situation, releases from my slingshot grasp, tap dancing across glass like water, and sinks effortlessly down beyond my view.

One by one each that weighed so heavily on me no longer keeping me down, no longer filling my thoughts with its uselessness. I become lighter as each sinks to the bottom of the lake, to a place I will not go searching for them.

Stone by stone, emptying my soul.


2 Comments Add yours

  1. Absolutely beautiful and a wonderful practice.

    1. becketar says:

      Thank you Debbie. I need to do it more often.

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