Her life was just beginning and the infinite didn’t have to hide in a symbol
- it was showing it’s beauty everywhere. This was all so new.
She might as well have been asleep to this point because she was being flooded with life.
And the urgency she once had to rush ahead, to know, and to expect… had waned. She was comfortable not knowing.
Time which had for her been careening ahead like a boulder fractured from a steep granite canyon had come to rest peacefully, like a still meadow morning.
She figured she was ready for all that lay ahead.
August 8th, 2009 | filed in Musings
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