Sunday, September 21, 2008

Leaving at Daybreak



Softly, silently, a misty rain settles the dust, all that remains of the summer. Dawn is breaking gently over the land of sage and sun, leaving watercolor strokes of bronze and gold in its wake. Nestled deep in the driver’s seat, she follows the river of pavement into tomorrow, stretching before her like a silver thread, tying the pieces of her life together, as if any of it made sense.

Shadows that scar the landscape dissolve without resistance in the watery light, the way her own scars fade, defenseless in the face of possibility. The healing hands of time loosen knots, relieving tension, easing the pain in her back and in her heart. She finds joy in the early morning journey, a solitary guest at the birth of a new day. Completely present in the moment, in the morning, in her movement through the desert, she has let go.

Uplifted by the winds of change, blowing easy, steady at her back, urging her forward into the future, she glides gently with the current following the path she has chosen. She read somewhere that between people and the light there are too many rules. Considering that thought, she finds some peace in the knowledge that she finally learned to look beyond the rules that block out light, and to embrace the brightness of unfiltered, unshackled, and uninhibited love.

Carefully redirecting her mind when it wanders in search of the future, she is focused on the beauty and the light that surrounds her now. She has chosen her path, and it is a good one. Not without danger or darkness, but still good and full of purpose and potential. She follows the breaking day as its light reaches ahead, illuminating the way... Her way... Her path. For her alone to follow and to understand. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the quiet brightness of dawn, her eyes on the horizon, her heart open, her mind attentive to every detail present in this place, at this time. Exhaling, she embraces what is. Accepting… allowing… enjoying what is. Trusting in wisdom and grace greater than herself. She is free.

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