My dot-to-dot life

I jump from moment to moment, flying, arching through death-defying leaps. Often landing just short of my target and kicking furiously to hoist myself onto it. Onto the lily pad, floating in welcome.

Is life just a series of these landing pads? Mere dots? Seen from God’s vantage point, the distance between them diminishes. Closer and closer together they come until they are indistinguishable from a line.

A life line. Starting and ending by the Hand holding the pen. Shaping the letters of my name.


About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on July 28, 2013, in Deeper Sensation, Life and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Absoluely beautiful! I have always been fascinated by lily pads and joke that they are my favorite “flower.” Your thoughts pulled together like this have my spirit nodding in agreement.

  2. I have myself wondering which letter of Wendy God is on (speaking for myself, of course) or whether he has progressed to my middle, maiden or even my last name.

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