Maybe it's the rainy weather, or spending a week stuck inside sick. But I've been feeling overwhelmingly contemplative as of late. Like the walls of my mind are closing in on me... squishing my cranium with so many silly thoughts like... *Sidewalk cracks*Step on a crack and break your mother's back*Word to your mother*Mark Wahlberg*goat*baaa*bad bad black sheep*'cause I'm bad you know it*bad to the bone*Bad Blake*Blake Shelton*Miranda Lambert*House that Built Me*walking home*homeward bound*bound*Tigger*Pooh*Piglet*pig*pork*Iron Chef*Top Chef*Bravo*applause*Jessie! Clap clap clap!*
Does this remind anyone else of our old english practice assignments?
I'm not sure why but I think my shoes really enjoy seeing slivers of grass like this,
breaking their way through the concrete. Proving it's possible to survive almost anything.
Anyways, all that thinking is getting exhausting. Especially considering all I really wanted to say is that I've been thinking about sidewalks lately.Sorta lame right? :) But apparently I'm not alone.
I think the fascination started when I stumbled upon the words of a genius. Who said...
"Ring the bells that still can ring. Forget your perfect offering. There is a crack, a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in."
I'm not sure if all this crack-pot sidewalk thinking is leading anywhere. Or if it will always just be a scatterbrained mess. But I wanted to stop in and share just in case the words that have brought me a lot of comfort these last few days might also be music to your ears.
I think it's human nature when things go bad, when we're feeling weak or broken to want to hurry up and fix things already. To superglue the shards of our life back together. But Cohen's words (like just about every verse in the Bible) remind me that it's not my job to fix myself. It's my job to surrender to the One who can.
"There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in."