Deliver from Distraction

Last night, after the piano concert at St. Paul’s Episcopal Cathedral

Morning with my husband, chatting and working on our notes. I was reading Delivered from Distraction.

It’s funny that the first post on my blog is called Delivered from Distraction. It’s actually a coincidence; it’s the title of the book I’ve been reading throughout the month: Delivered from Distraction: Getting the Most out of Life with Attention Deficit Disorder.

Coincidentally, the title perfectly reflects what I’m trying to do here: step away from distractions. I want more time to hear and see my thoughts, to let myself be creative, and simply rest — to sleep more, relearn how to be bored, and slow down.

Life can get loud and chaotic. I’m just looking for a space where I choose to create rather than consume. And for now, I’ll let myself see where that leads.

Here’s a small poem I found in the book today, one that deeply moved me. It reminded me of the people who choose to love me.

You are my hope.

You meet me where I am, and love me there—

not pushing, nor blaming, but only rejoicing

with me, or lending me your handkerchief.

You gently hold me earthbound in the blackness

of my fears, or during my endangerment from

flights of fantasy.

You do not fear the depths of my weakness,

nor the heights of my strength.

You ever see in me the wondrous possibilities

that my sins and sorrows and daily concerns

have caused me to forget.

Your love empowers me to give my love to others—

to mold the dirty clay of my feet into

sparkling angel wings.