yolk (n).

2416a54044d3476b0b73d4549d748bf9Every once in a while, if I'm not careful, I realize that this heart has collected eight thousand impossibilities, all of the worry of so many things out of my control. I worry about the world and what it will look like when our children are our children. I worry about talents that haven't been graced to me. I worry about earth quakes and car crashes and terrible fires. I worry about being voiceless. I find most often that I am worried about my future self, that I will run away from myself and sleep away the next eighteen years. I am afraid that I will get lost in a dreamless sleep. I am afraid I will forget how to wonder. I am afraid that I will never learn to love. And funny, this fear always sneaks up and engulfs me when I have been running to hard, fighting too much, clinging to desperately to make things happen; it happens when I am tired and doing work that isn't meant for my hands, when I have forgotten to anchor and be still and honor the heartsong ringing in my ears.