Still here, not so still

Hello friends...this is not a poem -- it's one of those entries or something... I suppose I'm becoming a better blogger as I go. Or at least I am trying. It has been some time since I last posted.

I do wish this was a poem -- but sometimes inspiration runs like sap through the veins of the tall Vermont Maple's -- or any sweet sister tree... when you see a drop of that good stuff you should go and put your finger to it immediately! Get a taste while you can... you never know when the next one will come.

I discover again tonight, while sipping a delightful scotch, that I'm still handicapped. I was just at a task force on disabilities meeting -- perhaps it is there where I was reminded. If any of you have been wondering such is still the case with me... disabled -- home again from vacation, where I journeyed far into the North -- to a lake I would call superior -- astounding -- where I sat in the tall grass in a chair where my wife placed me down -- not without some struggle -- to sit and rest and inhale the sunset -- to draw it deep into my soul... if I had neglected to do so, I could not have it now here with me as I speak to you, disabled before this computer, remembering where I was -- disabled sitting along the shoreline that could've been heavens... waiting for Jesus to come by -- to make a remark or two about the beauty of the place, to pick me up, to carry me to the water, to disappear into the deep, to find myself breathing as a fish, watching the salmon swim -- knowing their element, calling me out into mine -- out into the deep blue cold waters where Jesus wanted to swim with me inside my soul.

So there's a fresh blog entry for you... I'm still dripping from the experience, still disabled, still sipping scotch, but not quite so still -- come Lord, come now, come again... and let's go swimming.