Getting to know the stranger in the mirror, wondering who IS this woman who until a few weeks ago, ran around in insane effort to keep her life in order when the chaotic details were spilling out over the edges, in the delusional belief that she had to make things appear differently than they actually were? She claimed she wanted intimacy, but kept people at arms length with illusion, smoke and mirrors, dazzling, sparkly, sunshine beaming brightly. She forgot that she was human. Real emotions. Messy sometimes. Body that needed care, not running down. Not just Divine....although she is that too. Once she slowed down to save her life, she saw all the beauty she had been missing. She is allowing herself to bask and soak in the love and tranquility that was always there. She had been too busy to take notice much of the time. Now, nearly everything is at a more leisurely pace and whatya know? Stuff still gets done. Her/my journey reminds me of one of my favorite poems called Love After Love by Derek Walcott The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the others welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Jul 2014 12:04:15 +0000
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