
<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Screaming feels like an option. ;</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I imagine myself running into my backyard, collapsing to my knees and with fists raised in complaint, screaming.</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Tears would follow, dripping with the same guttural utterance of my screams. I would tuck my face in my hands and slump forward. My cry to feel alive or at least to revive the life I once had, would have me lower my forehead to the cold damp Earth. Bracing myself with my forearms I would extend my legs and lay prostrate as if to say, <em>“God!”</em> With one unspoken word muttered in my humble posture, I would plead for communion without fear &#8211; for the comfort of a family meal indoors, for celebrations with balloons, cake and gifts, and for peace in spite of this mysterious danger lurking in gatherings. </p>



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<p class="wp-block-paragraph">I’d wait. ;</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">The sound of wind whipping tree branches would echo my own anger. ;</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph"><em>“God?”</em> I would plea sinking my face deeper into the dirt. ;</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Nothing. ;</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Silence would soften the tension. With my body grounded to the cold damp Earth I would gradually sense an answer &#8211; an escape from the restricted reality. The act of letting go would have me turn over, face-to-sky. Touches of mud and grass marking both my face and arms &#8211; a sign of my inner discontentment. My eyes, wide open. My mind trailing off. The cloudy daylight sky becomes a playground for my imagination. I’m dazzled. I recall summer afternoons watching birds soar and swirl above grey skies. I see pink and purple hues of sunsets on the water. I become my younger self laying on a hill next to friends calling out images, “I see a bunny!” I saw my life drawn in the clouds and with that playful reminder, I am relieved. I have been taken beyond my restricted reality into the ‘eternal more.’ ;</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">Screaming is an option…</p>



<p class="wp-block-paragraph">…but for now I’ll spread a blanket in my yard, stretch out back-to-Earth, look upwards with curiosity and whisper, <em>“God?”</em> and wait.</p>



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Screaming Is An Option
