“This drink of luminosity is always within reach. This belongs to everyone.”

Nepo you beautiful soul. It is the river of light of which he speaks.

My course has Traveled along another river – dark and meandering, it’s waters murky yet beautiful.

There is beauty in struggle – in the wood of tangled bramble and thicket.

Wear good shoes! Carrying your pain on your back as you trudge its undergrowth can trip you up. Consider too – sustenance- what gets us though it, brings us out the other side?

Do we stop to dismantle the load?
how closely should we look? How long should we stay?

There is danger in staying too long, looking too closely…not closely enough.

I know its contents by heart.

The early loss of parent,

the lost child.

empty bed

rejection.

I’ll pack it up again.

Ordering it differently this time

and trudge on.