Sitting scrunched up, shoulders aching, hands dry and tight, head rested on knee to stretch my aching muscles, ailments of a hard days graft in the outdoors, I type away reflecting on the events of the weeks past. Who could of predicted, who would have known that the subtle change from girl into woman can happen so subtly. Felt in myself, observed in others, the solidifying of the core, the swelling of the heart, blossoming understanding and a robustness toward the unknown. Suddenly the space before is a fertile ground for adventure, a stark contrast to the redundant view of the known being a place of which to be wary. There is a sense of thrill as the shift in view is one of ease, positivity like none ever known before. Amazement floods this space as one is in wonder at lessons once learnt come again to relearn and be resolved with no fear that this may be the never ending way of things as the rewards spring forth like the sweetest of blossoms.
Out of hardship comes faith, reconnection with both the hear and now and the heavens above as the bleakest of moments leads to unity and renewed sense of it all. Thankfulness for my insignificance overwhelms and muffles, softens the edges of the pitch night as duvet lends itself to second skin as its warmth enfolds me with soporific effect. The soft breathe of my beloved dog fills the still of my room and I sigh grateful she is with me. I close to sleep and hope for tomorrow to be as rich as today.
