The cycle has ended, that seven years of waiting, watching, and wondering, and I am free once again to move forward.
In my own mind’s eye, I see my progress as up and away rather than a steady forward motion, a releasing of my feet from the confines of the earth’s gravity to float just above the scrim of the earth. This time there will be no dragging of my veils along the mountain tops, no artificial and tenuous connection to keep me grounded. I am no longer in acceptance mode, taking whatever is blithely given, accepting what little is offered. I am taking my sickle out of hiding; I am reaping whatever remains of those spindly seeds planted long ago. I am ripping up the ground that has encased my feet in sucking quicksand. I am launching my soul into a new life of desire and plenty. I seek abundance and joy. I seek pleasure and company. I seek happiness and comfort. The mewling worm of simple platitudes is dead. The gypsy butterfly of glory is born. My life unfolds along mysterious ley lines as the future stretches out before me, an unfurling map of adventure. My home is a distant twinkling flame beckoning me, a tiny space of light and warmth and comfort.
In my heart, I know that I AM…