I knew what I was going to write about this morning – my visit yesterday to Café de Poel in Gent.  And then …

As I lay in bed, words came into my mind, very familiar ones. They’ve been arriving often over the last ten years.  Two phrases.

I uttered the first in my head: Love them all.  And then my mouth paused open.  The next word did not come.  Huh?  It always comes.  The following two words showed up: the world, but not the first.

My eyes tightened (fear) … and then loosened (ease).  “It’s all right, Bruce,” I smiled.  “The missing word will return.”

For the next many minutes, I searched for the lost: Bless … love … be … hug …

Nothing came.

And then I just sat with the not knowing.  All was well.

Eventually it was shower time.  As the spray dropped onto my body and soap was doing its thing, a word …

Light

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Light the world

A fine thing to do