There comes a point along the path where you just have to go it alone.
And by "alone" I do not mean by yourself, without support, without friends, without the comfort of being with someone. By "alone" I mean without the many experiences that may have wounded you and continue to haunt you. The experiences which give you pause, make you hesitate, send you running for that thing you do to make yourself feel better, whatever that is.
What would you do if you could leave all that baggage behind? Oh sure, keep your wisdom and strength and compassion and all the positive things which that stone of sadness seeded inside you. But if you could leave the weight of it - that coil of fear and insecurity and mistrust - what would you do?
We lost Mary Oliver this week. A woman whose words touched as hands cannot. I think of her now soaring in the ever-after, a stream of unfettered words and wisdom swirling in galactic vapors, freed from gravity. I am grateful for these weighty gifts she left behind.
Lola (Jen) Jovan and her imaJENation