but there is no end,
not really.
Only new places, new vistas
to see, and to experience.
Sometimes it is hard and we wonder how we got here.
Which doors we took,
which ones we were meant, or never meant,
to open ~
But it isn't in the doubting. Or in the questioning.
Rather,
it's in the full inhabiting of one's life.
The standing in where we are ~
With the wind in our face,
the sun bright against our skin,
and the darkness always at the horizon,
Waiting.
Here,
where we can take up the pen,
and begin to write our own story.
Perhaps it will be a comedy.
Maybe a tragedy.
As we step wholly into the pages of our life,
what will it be?
Perhaps we were idiots
or were betrayed.
Maybe we became full of pride, or victimhood.
Maybe we became lost, or grew full
of our own importance.
Perhaps we were masters for a time.
Fell in love. Joy. Bliss,
grief,
or into madness.
Maybe we made errors of judgment
whose hard lessons we now must learn,
or must pay for.
Or maybe, maybe
there is a harvest, shining,
rich and golden as we step up, to the precipice,
ready to gather its fragrant wheat into our arms
after so many long years,
of waiting.
This is Life.
And Life awaits our presence, not our safety.
Not our hesitation.
Between life's hard covers,
from Her Transformations of
Beginnings, to her end ~
Smile.
Embrace.
Give.
Do not live in fear,
Even as they tell us that is all there is.
Laugh.
Even in the darkness.
Even in the question.
Even through Her tears.
Live.
For we are here a short time,
and maybe it is a tragedy.
Maybe it is an opera,
(or just a Grand Comedy),
Or perhaps,
perhaps the story stands as a spectacular fall from grace.
But do not let it be nothing.
All these things mark our place in Time,
and are initiations into Wisdom.
Live it, (don't be afraid), and live it grandly.
Even the mistakes.
Even the cold and the lost alleyways.
Even if it means knowing that one slip
and our soul may go home.
(For one day, our soul must go home).
The Great Book of our Life, must be our life.
The Great Story of Being, our own.
Read it. Breathe it.
Write it.
Turn off the fear on the television
and turn in love
to those around you.
For this ~ this here is our Story -
every page, every spark
and word,
every breath.
For to our Souls ~
every moment is Fire.
Rachel Alana (R.A Falconer), Midwives of the Soul
