And Then...

the final frontier

And then-

after it is all tried and attempted, and the temptations finally exhausted for another journey, accolade or training and another way to name myself in hopes of finding that bright cup of wisdom in some other place or in someone else’s hands so I wouldn’t have to face that thing that the old scrolls say that I am-

and confront that final frontier where I must unpack every self denial and every turning away from and why it is so hard to receive from the very hands God gave me to weave my life into a great work of art in the way that only these hands can if I want to build myself a home-

and there are no mistakes and every single thing has helped me along the way and had to be so for me to know my own face and the many shapes it can take trying to get me to see the inviolable light of my being

which in the end can’t be seen.

-And then

the question still remains…

Thank you for receiving this early morning, excuse the rough recording, slice of my journey. And hey I want to tell you something-

YOU ARE DEEPLY LOVED

Shira