The twilight of your face, the unseen meadow in your voice, drew me to your eyes’spring solace. When we hear the din of our aloneness, When we risk the change that creates and destroys, Is this the last incarnation of a sacred living breath? I grieve the deleted passage, I regret the untold truth, It was all done and gone. And yet I still dance, in joy because I see and sense and know you, Your melody, trailing now through all my stars, and mirroring, the tracks of my soul.
Early this week, I enjoyed a beautiful afternoon walk with Veronica, who is my neighbour and a kind friend. We walked one hour from Cynwyd heritage trail all the way to Manayunk bridge, then rested at a local cozy tea shop before heading back.
This winter day was quite stunning with the scenery of Spring and Autumn combined. I was delighted by the soft peace and mellow pace. And now, when I look around and hear repeatedly peers/ colleagues calculating their next moves in life, I often smile to myself for I can no longer understand such worldly dreams and ambitions.
I could have fought harder, but I am a weak woman and my heart yearns to retire from this world of noise and competition. Neither new opportunities nor exciting research projects can attempt me to stay any longer than necessary in Philly.
I’ve known my destiny and my heart is already on her way….