“For the first time, I feel time like a heart beat. The seconds pumping in my breast like a reckoning. The numerous mysteries, that once seemed so distant and unreal, threatening clarity in the presence of a truth entertained not in youth, but only in its passage. I feel these words as if their meaning were weight lifted from me knowing that you will read them and share my burden as I have come to trust no other. That you should know my heart, look into it, finding there the memory and experience that belong to you, that are you, is a comfort to me now as I feel the tethers loose and the prospects darken for the continuance of a journey that began not so long ago. And which began again with a faith shaken and strengthened by your convictions. If not for which I might never have been so strong now as I cross to face you and look at you, incomplete, hoping that you will forgive me for not making the rest of the journey with you.” Momento Mori
I think of time passing so fluidly now. I gaze into the mirror and see little resemblance of the girl I used to be. I entertained this truth while lost in the innocence of youth, dreaming of what I would become. In my heart I knew I would change. The small town girl leaving the shackles of her beginnings to venture forth into adventures unknown but desperately sought….
And though the years have not been too unkind, I have felt for the first time since the slumber of my youthful passing, the tiny pinpricks of hope eternal.
Nevertheless, this little girl and I have traveled far together, bonded with shared memories, and now I truly understand I must continue the rest of this pilgrimage as the woman I have become…to embrace the good and bad…and to move forward no matter where the journey takes me.