A while back I was listening as my son coached my daughter with a video game. I heard a squeal of disappointment and he said, "You fell out of the world."
I'm not quite sure what the implications of this were for her; I'm not very familiar with the game. But that phrase struck me. And has stuck with me.
You see, sometimes I fall out of the world.
I am going along, doing my thing, and suddenly I am nowhere. There is no earth beneath me. I simply am. But what I am is unclear.
I've been in this non-place lately. Disconnected but somewhat present. Visible but absent. Unable to find what I've lost.
I have moments of normalcy. My feet touch the ground and I run from here to there trying to get things done, knowing my time is temporary. And then normal dissipates like a fog and I am undone again.
Time passes and yet the earth is still. My mind races and yet I can't think. I speak and do and yet there are no results.
I will find my footing again. Gravity and I will renew our relationship. The earth will be solid. And I will be a part of all that exists. I will exist.
For now I am simply waiting.