For awhile, Thursdays will provide a Because of Grace Wholehearted Living Story.
Today it is <tentative pause> about me.
This is not a post about superhero, admirable courage akin to those who fight for us and protect us.
This is a small incident report of a few of my small steps.
Every step is a step toward taking back your life.
You deserve this. ~Amanda Oaks
A couple of weeks ago, on my birthday, I hiked.
Solitary but not Alone.
Surrounded by Abundance
Reaching the summit.
I was not at all self-conscious about making the climb sing-glee
until a younger version of me commented about it, as she took my picture.
For a long minute
my spirit fell like Peter’s did when he walked on water toward the source of his joy.
and then started thinking too much. Too much in his head.
I smiled. Pointed to a hawk, felt the breeze
And I took tender steps away
from another’s idea of companionship,
my mind filled with possibilities of
hearing the voices the Indian’s still claim to hear in the breeze
getting the t-shirt that proved I climbed
soaking in the pedicure
the iced latte(s)
The breeze swirled with this reminder…
Baby souls follow.
Young souls lead.
But old souls are happy to dance alone. ~Mike Dooley