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 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.
Always I am grateful for what I have.
But also, I trust.
Also, I believe.
It's here now, waiting for me to step in.
What are you longing for?