Tomorrow
Yesterday...
Each moment makes an imprint Each memory is a stepping stone into our future. I think of each new obstacle, each new season, each new relationship. I know who I am and who I am not.
Walking between the margins of time, I learn not to fret the outcomes. The what ifs and what should have beens. Sticking true north- my compass is my heart. I know in my knower, in my deepest parts, I have overcome.
There is a sweet aroma whispering past my senses into something greater. Beyond my understanding of what is and might become. I call it hope.
I am floating on the sure foundation of my core beliefs. Rising above the choppy seas of my experiences. I am ready to hoist the flag of my existence and beckon the winds of change to direct my course.
Disturbing the dust I have let linger, I let the tears come. The tiny bubbles wash the traces where pain has been and open my eyes to see. I invite the twinges of laughter to come shake me awake from my slumber. This mountain is ready to be shaken.
I reach out and feel the motions of my heart touch me all the way through my bones and right to the tips of me. Defining where I end and where I begin.
In hindsight and foresight I breathe the mystery of my uniqueness and dare to know my name. I am called strong. I am called wise. I am that in which I have come to know as ME- my best friend.
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