I’ve been rereading my words. Long journey. Criss crossing paths. Like a hound trying to find the scent -back and forth-back. And I’m reading the tale of a remarkable woman. Growing a leg where she had only a stump.
I wonder what happens next?
Today. I met her for a brief minute. And I thought, you got back on that path didn’t you? One that scared and hurt you so before. You took the plunge. And I have respect for you. I see you looking well in your body. Breathing in through your skin. Grace in your step. Humility in your gaze and compassion in your smile. You look good. You look like you deserve this life.