If the God I knew yesterday is so different from the God I know today, is he still the same God? Or is it only me who has changed?
What is going on in the heavenlies? It feels like the world has started spinning backwards on its axis and I can’t remember how to stand. It feels exhilarating, terrifying and somehow very much more real. Oh, I am REAL. I think I forgot.
It changes everything.
The glass bubble has burst or is bursting and I am surprised to find myself by moments so near to the world, so near to others. How confusing. Will it all vanish again tomorrow? But for now I laugh; how strange we are.
Someone has switched the volume back on. Feelings hurt, throw you high in the air like a baby in strong arms, swallow you blackly and deeply or are impossibly good. They are untameable and swirl around like wind currents or wild creatures buffeting you and catching you unawares; they don’t simply seep at the edges of objects like they
used to.
Is this alright? Won’t we all get swept away?
Someone has stolen half of the rules. Where are my comfy dualisms, my two-coloured glasses that helped me organize my past and present, my time and my head? Which way is up and whichway down now? Have I been swept away from God on a false current?
And yet I keep finding him in the most unexpected of places.
Oh, there you are.
Final thought: Object-i-fy is such a sad word
