The long fibers of my strength reach skyward for the sun’s touch and plunge to earth’s depths, building stability, obtaining favor.
Hard winds test each ropey bundle. The fibers strengthen under shearing tensions. Pain steels me.
Health is its own reward, proof of consistent successes. Was it luck, privilege, fortune? Who could say?
We are all blessed by this place… and crushed by this place…
Yet we rise again.
Struggle is what growth feels like.
The fibrous cords of my humanity tighten against the winds. The myriad roots clutch hard, deep into the earth, holding fast against the storms of this world…
Here, the erosion of what was becomes what is.
It’s okay to be born again into a life once created.
Although new here, I am of a place I built with former hands, with former love that echoes on into eternity.
Let it out.
The light will guide the path.
My light shining into the world is the only way to illuminate the path.
Steps must be taken.
Achieve much by dreaming big. The sky is no container for our dreams, solar systems no boundary for our wildest imaginations.
A future me won’t take today’s step and today’s step can only be taken by present me.
To be here isn’t an escape, it’s a return… to what is… to the place where steps can truly be taken.
Only here can reality be molded.
Speak the word.
Write the line.
Breathe the air.
Sing the song.
Dance the step.
Light the fire.
Shine the light.
Be YOU.
