On a day like today
(But not today)
I will wake up
My legs will take me
Where I want to be
My arms will hold
What needs to be held
On that day like today
(But not this day)
I will not worry
Lament or bemoan
My thoughts will blossom
And spread their seeds
My heart will open
Letting go at last
– Just Me Actually
….but the past doesn’t work like that.
Our previous selves, the ghosts of who we’ve been, remain inside and form vital portions of who we are now. I’ve withstood a challenging year because of my past. As much as I’d love to close one door, barricade it with rocks and set monsters as guards, I know I have to let it all come with me.
I’m busy conquering a new fire swamp. It began with the car break in and robbery, but that has become a footnote. I’m working and exploring and getting a feel for this new home.
I’m finding my rhythm.
My expectations and well laid plans fall away as I stride forward into the unknown.
It may be hard for me on many levels, but damn I do feel alive.
(Poem by the exquisite Mary Oliver)
just me actually 