Thursday, October 18, 2007

ZipZap, Connecting, and Recalibrating

My, my.
You just never know, do you?
Here I am, going along, thinking things are pretty mundane, but not unsatisfactory or flavorless.
I saw the calendar, and noted that my birthday was five days away.
Evie wrote today about how she was checking out for a few days to clean up her surroundings.
Laura wrote a powerful, affecting post about how life began.
Madeline wrote that she was on her way to a soul's retreat.

Beginings, friends.
I wrote yesterday of recalibrating.
I didn't know how right I was.

I spose by the dictionary's definition, it isn't a good description, but to me it means starting fresh with a perfect alignment.
Everything is new.
The path ahead is very clear to my soul, if not my eyes. The trail might not be broad, and perhaps not traveled by many, but that just makes it all the more special.
It's like it's alit with the glow of fireflies and faery wings.
The earth of the path is so soft and darkest brown.
Friendly noises bristle.
The air is fresh and clean and cool, and rests lightly on the soul as well as the skin.

I feel like I'm standing at the footpath's beginning, pausing for a moment just so I can marvel at the beauty of the glowing sparks, smiling with anticipation and so eager for what's to come.
I don't expect any great surprises, for all my other paths have led me to this one, and it seems familiar, not so very different from the ones behind me.
Still - magic abounds.

I curl my toes into the cool earth, and with a laugh I grab a handful of skirt away from my feet and dart forward.
I'm coming! I shout with gleeful abandon.

3 comments:

Lena said...

Steph, I think you might love the poem I posted by a friend on my blog. It was inspired by Robert Frost's poem "The Road Not Taken" so every time you talk about the path less traveled I think of it.

whimsigal said...

Steph,

This is exactly what I'm talking about:

"I curl my toes into the cool earth, and with a laugh I grab a handful of skirt away from my feet and dart forward. I'm coming! I shout with gleeful abandon"

Just one of the beautiful sentences in this post.

You have crazy mad writing skills, friend. Crazy. Mad. Skills.

Stephanie said...

Geez, way to make me cry, Evie.
xxoo