Once restless in youth, taking on the world in brave freedom and bold joy,<\/p>\n
I am peaceful now in watching, guarding, guiding, and loving.<\/p>\n
Morning\u2019s raindrops fall softly,<\/p>\n
music lilts through my five rooms,<\/p>\n
bird chirps sail to the silver-gray clouds,<\/p>\n
and I am at home.<\/p>\n
Tea\u2019s rosebuds and lavender linger on my tongue<\/p>\n
while scents of mowed summer grass sneak through window shades,<\/p>\n
this first morning after the first night after summer\u2019s solstice<\/p>\n
I am calmed and waiting.<\/p>\n
I quiet myself as I wait and wonder.<\/p>\n
Am I ready for this next journey in life?<\/p>\n
Am I prepared to gracefully let go of who I once was?<\/p>\n
I am still the dancer within these wobbling strides now.<\/p>\n
Grown wiser, I am searching for a lesson to teach.<\/p>\n
Like a horse galloping in wild abandon in red, gold, bronze fields then,<\/p>\n
I am now a sea horse floating and flying among coral, blue, green reeds.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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