a day of mixed views - one one hand, it’s really only a passing of time; on the other, no denying the milestone
the past many months are a blur
often felt like i was swimming through mud
walking in a fog so thick you can’t see your hand in front of you
but i’ve still awoken to the sunrise and the golden shadows
looked to light of the full moon casting the white light of the sun
bowed my head in the practice that is as necessary as breathing
and carried on
the flashbacks of faded silhouettes
a young girl - wild, wandering, seeking
memories so deep and tangible
landing as a shimmer of softness, beauty, enchantment
((rearview reflections have a way of forgetting misery))
they felt like yesterday and antiquity at the same time
so how to walk into the next decade
square the tangle of conflicts raging inside
i considered stepping away to the northern lights, or to an art immersion, or a photo escape
all valid options
but what was missing in them all, was a lighthearted joyfulness
i’d like this next bit to be one of love, of laughter, of warmth and cheekiness
god knows the span of time spent in “serious” endeavors
so for this next bit, i chose to go all in on a lighhearted journey
to a postcard fantasy
to float on a lazy river
put my feet in sand
and be where dolphins dance and the sea sings
hbtm - pj