Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Self Preservation

One day last spring I walked to Inspiration point to be alone with the birds and trees and view. A man was there. I thought about self defense.

I thought about the part of me that stayed in my marriage. I have always castigated and denigrated her.

Suddenly she rose up. She would kill anyone who tried to hurt me. It was a lie that kept me in my marriage, she said. It was the ego. It was not her, the self I had long blamed.

I left and walked across the bridge as if it were a pilgrimage.

When I arrived home, this self, this strong survivor, wrote down these words:

Extreme self-preservation involves making those choices which most closely align life with the heart's trajectory.

This is the truth I am trying to live in now.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Late Bloomers

The rows of Jacaranda trees have mostly lost their blooms. But one stood out today, in the mist, fully fragrant, covered in flowers, alone. A late bloomer.

Sometimes the ones you never notice are the ones who finally burst forth beautiful.