Deep Seated

I long.  

I long a lot.  

Mostly I long for roots.  Physical roots.  A home that I know will be forever come hell or high water.  A home I can plant berry bushes behind and apple trees beside and know that I will be there when they are ready to give me fruit. A home I can look out from and watch the sun set knowing that is is my sunset.  My angle.  My vision.  For the rest of my life.

I long.

I long until the tears are brimming in my eyes and my chest tightens and then heaves.  

I long to know that we are doing the right thing.  I long to know that people will show up for us, that we'll settle in the right place, that we will be okay.

Mostly I am content with where I am.  

Mostly.

Always I am grateful for what I have.

Always.

Always.

Still, 

I long.

But also, I trust.

Also, I believe.



It's here now, waiting for me to step in.




What are you longing for?
~A