For many years there was a sadness to the wandering . . . a sense of isolation, a loneliness that was hard to explain to anyone. How could we be standing on a hill overlooking the most awe inspiring world we live in and feel sad? How could we be with people we loved and admired and feel lonely? And yet I did.
The world was supposed to end this week. Once again people predicted horrible events and a big change. People got rich off of other people’s fears. Some people stopped breathing, waiting for it to happen.
It didn’t end.
But this week I found myself standing among the people in my life, overlooking the beauty of the world and I felt chains of bondage slipping off. I found myself letting go of emotional tangles and wishes for things that were not in my control. My sadness and sense of loss lessened. . . and a quiet, directed resolve taking it’s place.
It was like the world sighed.
I opened my eyes.
I see lights of connection. I feel their strength. I sense the hope. I taste freedom.
Love is all that is left.
I am at peace.