What do I yearn for?
I don’t know exactly, except that the feeling of longing pops up again and again.
When we meet, I don’t want to ask you what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for when that door of longing swings open and if you have the courage to feel your own desire.
The Invitation, page 16 (if I can believe Kindle)
The times it has been strongest lately has been on the recent Colorado trips, out in the middle of nowhere. I can’t say what I long for in those moments, except to stay, quietly, doing nothing. Just small me in a big, empty land. Sitting.