Making a leap of the heart is by far my greatest challenge.  I probably ask all the wrong questions.  I ask, “Will things work out?  Will I get hurt?  Will I make a mistake?”  Everyone knows you can’t answer these questions, but it is the curse of adulthood to believe they are relevant to living into what you want.

Instead, I wish I could hear that tender center beating, and comprehend its language, rippling out in shards of life and budding branches.  “Life” is a typo there – I meant to type “light.”  I think I’ll leave it.  Maybe it is just the sign I am looking for.