17th November 2011 Thursday
What if?
What if I loved it all? Every moment.
The cool, weak cup of tea with my father that I drink to be sociable?
The odd sound of my car engine at seventy miles an hour - could it be the clutch slipping?
The hot black radish that my husband offers me, that burns my tongue?
The bones of the pussy cat’s spine under his soft fur, under my hand?
The voice of the beautiful Indian healer telling me the truth?
What if none of it was good or bad. It was just so. What if I stopped letting fear constrict my heart? How much space there would be inside me for a soul to flourish and shake its blossoms into the world.
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