I move ever so close. Each day feels magnetic as though drawn to the center; of what, I am not always certain. Still, I allow myself to go. It is the way of the journey. It is the truth of life. When we open ourselves, we create room for magic, for life’s magic. It isn’t always easy; it also isn’t always hard. There is balance … Continue reading Life: An Improvisation
Even when letting go the need to hold on still has a way of inserting itself. It moves with such subtlety that I don’t always notice until I notice, which is when I pause long enough to investigate my reasons: Why am I thinking or feeling this, and what are the reasons behind these thoughts and feelings? I find that when I go within and … Continue reading Day 3 || July 11th 2018: Control
I’ve seen the face of gratitude. The mirror does not lie. I’ve turned it toward you. My reflection. You remind me of what I’ve forgotten. You listen to the remembrance of my core when I return again to truth. You are the stone upon which I have carved our meeting: April 5, 1975. I awoke in the wee hours of that morning. A cry let … Continue reading Time immemorial
I’ve danced with you because I’ve known no other way. I sit still at your feet where the touch of your garment is made easy. I reach always for you. The light. And the way is made clear. Within. You exist even when I forget my way, when my attention shifts and clarity goes confused. Then you call me. Your voice, an echo that the … Continue reading The way has been made
Kissiah Young, MSW 