Maybe it is in our hardware.  Maybe we are hardwired to hit some kind of physical wall in order to have the heart seek out more.  It might be that we are here specifically to “fail” in the material sense, just in order that we find there is something beneath the veil of today’s to-do list.

I’ve got one out there–a “to do” list.  It has been sitting for a couple days now.  People to call, things to do, bills, retirement, blah blah blah.  Clearly these tasks do not hold my interest unless I am at the edge of a deadline.

I thirst for a day sitting and letting the ocean’s horizon carve a memory into my soul.  I want to settle into the sand long enough that I begin to hear the rounded rocks whisper cosmic secrets.  I yearn to get off this lumpy camel ride and enter Your fragrant tents, rest on Your soft cushions and let You brush my hair.