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I felt my life with both my hands
I felt my life with both my hands/ To see if it was there – I held my spirit to the Glass,/ To prove it possibler -// I turned my Being round and round/ And paused at every pound/ To ask the Owner’s name -/ For doubt, that I should know the Sound -// I judged my features – jarred my hair -/ I pushed my dimples by, and waited -/ If they – twinkled back – Conviction might, of me -// I told myself, “Take Courage, Friend -/ That – was a former time -/ But we might learn to like the Heaven,/ As well as our Old Home!”
Emily Dickinson
Holding our spirit to the glass happens. Pausing at every pound happens. Judging features and jarring hair and pushing dimples and waiting happens. Like breathing in and breathing out, there is a rhythm to life. A common French phrase, bien dans sa peau, describes being comfortable in our own skin. I think that is what holding, pausing, judging, jarring, pushing, and waiting is all about. Perhaps it is about learning to like Heaven and Old Home. Perhaps it is all about peace.
About Katie
From Louisville. Live in Atlanta. Curious by nature. Researcher by education. Writer by practice. Grateful heart by desire.
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