I am ready….
I am a heavy woman. My essence is heavy. Embracing that realization lightens my soul…
“Oh, Stephanie. It could always be worse!” I can be – I know it is hard to imagine – the worst of worst patients, a whining, complaining ninny.
An observer would have noted the moment of instantaneous recognition between the two of us. Between the mutual tears, he told me a story of my father I had not heard before..
With the righteousness of a workday’s exhaustion, my mind ran through litanies of gratitude to the universe for anything and everything.
“You. You are light…I am, oddly now, dark..”
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I was so wrong. I regret my lack of understanding and effort in beginning on the ‘open roads’. They were my roads. And yes, others were on the same road. They too began where I began, travelling, lookinf for their one road. All of our roads began as one.
As we met the lake, the sky softened from clear blue to an enveloping grey in the haloed light of the setting sun.