doesnt it?
When life changes and takes a new path and one is on an adventure never thought to be on again. THe feeling of surprise mixed with joy of being found by someone who understands what that means makes one a bit forgetful about her blog.
But I am back.
I am also embarking on a new hobby for fitness..bike riding. I found the prettiest bike that will carry me hopefully many many miles and not hurt my butt too badly. ITs going to be fun to ride and keep up with the cutest guy i know.
Some days I wake up and this poem is perfect:
Variation On A Theme By Rilke
(The Book of Hours, Book I, Poem 1, Stanza 1)
A certain day became a presence to me;
there it was, confronting me -- a sky, air, light:
a being. And before it started to descend
from the height of noon, it leaned over
and struck my shoulder as if with
the flat of a sword, granting me
honor and a task. The day's blow
rang out, metallic -- or it was I, a bell awakened,
and what I heard was my whole self
saying and singing what it knew: I can.
~ Denise Levertov ~
Because there was a time when not only did i think i cant but briefly didnt want to.
As hard as emotional trauma can be there is a new day...slowly but surely emerging
1 year ago
