It is time to move on
I could cling to the past
And am tempted to at times
But push myself to the edge
And jump
And trust my wings to carry me
I can’t say I’m not afraid
Of course I am
Who would not be
Leaping before you see the net clearly
Before you know you have wings
But I know they have carried me before
Curiosity of where I am going to
Is greater than the fear to hold me back
I separate from this mountain and find my own voice
Still no stronger than the sound of the winter river
Beneath a foot of ice
Tear myself free
In a land of shallow roots
What holds me so heavy to this ground
Upon which I am washed clean
Like the sides of the mountain in melting snows
Clear and strong
Now
The current of the creek
I find a voice that will sing the song of other lands
Other rivers
Winds
Wild flowers
And wild sides of me
Of my family
Of you
And thus I conclude my posts here and prepare for something new
I hope you will join me on the journey
Where ever
However
It unfolds
Blossoms
Turns to seed and begins again
Some days with radiance
Other days heavy and damp in the rain
Simple and salty like a single tear
I open myself to a new land
I hope you will join me in a new space and place
My postings will continue here:
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