This year is a symbol for so many things in my life, and as I embrace another week, I breathe easy knowing that the past week went well and as we say: all is well that ends well. Like the owl in the night I make this subtle sound on this web, as if to notify the rest of the world that I am here, and well.
This morning on my way to the bus I saw a baby opossum hiding in the tall grass. Scared he may have seemed, but he had also made his way out alone in his little world. Maybe he was abandoned but for some reason that wasn't my initial thought. I didn't do anything to help him and maybe I should have...but for some reason I thought he would make it fine. His life will be filled with sudden dangers and hopefully he will quickly learn to roll over and play dead.
Yesterday upon leaving the Capitol to head home for the day I saw a white squirrel. Roaming the capitol lawn searching for pecans, acorns, or walnuts. To eat or to hide - he is in the right place for finding food. Life will be harder for him too. It will be harder for him to hide in the branches or in the grasses. In the shadow of a monument to progress and forward movement lives a white squirrel. I think he will do fine too.
The things that I have experienced, learned, felt, and loved over the past eighteen months makes me have a direct affinity for that opossum pup as well as that white squirrel. I left all that I knew and came to a place that I would come to know. Little did I know that it would be one of the best decisions that I would ever make. Instead of docking my ship and dropping anchor I feel that I have finally completed its construction and shoved it off the dock and into the water.
Waving good bye to people, places, and things that I never knew I could and finding out that there really was no good bye at all. Crossing thresholds that made me blink to determine whether or not I was dreaming. Meeting new faces that would make me happy to know that I set out on this journey in the first place - people that I have found share the same zest for life and growth.
However, I have also closed doors. Doors to the things I cannot change and not because of distaste but only the fear of keeping those particular doors open. Doors that I will forever wonder and think over, my prayers will linger there I am sure.
Like the white squirrel and the opossum, Austin didn't find me I had to find it. With the help of a great many and one in particular I made it here to stand alone. But not for long. In my reflections I know now that I wasn't looking for Austin at all; I was looking for me. And somewhere along that long and winding road I seemed to have found myself. Many times I have asked the same question the Indigo Girls do in their song Galileo: "How long till my soul gets it right?"
I don't have it just right but I am working on it. I think I like the process too much to perfect it just yet...Life is Good!
Happy Friday!
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