A bit hungover today with the rise and fall of high tide feelings last night, going over family stories with my kids. My heart still aches a bit, remembering their faces, the tears, the hugs, tracing the winding path of the past through the unskilled behavior and obscure corners of our early days. Angels of grace, courage and wide open loud laughter filled the room.
Life is stories. Our minds can hardly be in the now, as they are documenting and prepatory organs–archiving the past and watching out for the future. Staying in the now is like grabbing onto the mist from the morning fog.
Last night I defied all the “no talk” rules from generations of shame, secrets and fears. Thanks to you all out there that have listened, I was clear about what I wanted to point out along that backwards journey. My desire was to reveal to them the strength of their steps and the love that was twisted all around loud noise, salt water and myths.
Fierce conversations forge a new path through frightening and then brilliant landscapes. But our feet never leave the path, the Way, the Truth and the Light. We are now in a clearing, grace softly caressing our faces, dark shadows behind us and before us colorful blooms in an open field of possibilities.
I walk in Divine footsteps blessedly set in my heart–carving out with me new stories.