You know, we all go through rough patches in our lives.
And it is dawning on me, as I sit here, that THIS is not a rough patch.
For the first time in a long time, it feels like I’m not fighting the wind.
This is not to say that those howling emotions have ceased,
but they aren’t coming from being in the wrong place,
or the wrong time, or from being the wrong me.
It turns out, the second life is just …noisier,
this is how it sounds on the skinny branches
where I’ve always wanted to be.
No, this is not rough, it is an urgent invitation
to remember how to sway, and listen,
and not hold on so hard to past ground.