Monday, January 2, 2012
It is late on this New Year's Day, and truly time for bed. The house is asleep, the children, the birds, the husband. One single candle glows as I haunt the house late into the night. I know it is time to sleep.
But tell me, can you sleep at night? Or do thoughts keep your mind pacing in the world of shadowed doors and windows?
I listened last night as hopes for a prosperous new year cascaded; some are so optimistic about what it will bring. Resolutions, dreams, promises to be better, to reach higher, to be more truthful, more faithful, more perfect! And I, stalking my own darkness, find myself reaching inside myself to pull out what is already there, to find some obscure part that is truly good and hold on to it. For this new year I wish nothing more than genuineness; I wish nothing more than true, uncompromising love; I wish nothing more than to live as the person I was meant to be - a daunting thought if you don't know who that is.
I may always pace the corridors of the night watch; the fear from which I run may never leave. But I hope you will haunt this path by my side.
Warm wishes from my heart...