My desk is always a disaster waiting to happen. It looks like the home to packrats, stuff everywhere and piles of papers. I generally know where everything is until I don’t, and when I can no longer put my hands on what I need my life is generally out of control. This means it’s time to clean it off and once again take months to make it a huge pile of creativity.
Life has been difficult of late. Business decisions to make, overwhelming new processes to learn, and challenging personal life changes. Amongst the turmoil there have been wondrous moments as well. I’ve met some beautiful and inspiring people, found a church family that is exactly what I sought, and spent more time hiking, walking, meeting with friends and talking with complete strangers.
This morning I set my tea cup down at the computer and a stack of papers fell off the side littering the floor. It was time. I began throwing things away, some without a second look. I grabbed a handful of papers, stood over the garbage bag and began. Half way through the handful a folded note came to the top. Since I write verses to books on almost every piece of scrap paper I can find, I decided to open this one rather than toss it. The handwriting was instantly recognizable in its illegible glory. All it said was “Love you!” Dad.
I have no idea where it came from. It must have fallen out of a book or a card perhaps, but there it was, under mounds of paper and projects. My throat tightened and the tears began. You see, dad has been gone for years, but in that heavy moment, I heard his voice and felt his love.