I don’t see it in that instant but when the dust settles it’s clear.
They embody the tension between where I am and where I truly desire to be.
Times of wild thinking. Giving it all up. Hating life as it is. Desperation.
These painful thoughts, these moments of madness…
Love letters from the soul, a friend once shared.
Yes, a calling. Difficult to hear and acknowledge.
The temptation to abandon ship, abandon self has a strong grip.
But learning to read the runes helps.
To see this is a crie de coeur. A soul rippling, heart shaking sign to listen. Really listen.
Maybe for the first time, to what you really long for.
In that moment, the beacon is lit.
You’re coming home.
Photo by Vladislav Iakunichev on Unsplash
They embody the tension between where I am and where I truly desire to be.
Times of wild thinking. Giving it all up. Hating life as it is. Desperation.
These painful thoughts, these moments of madness…
Love letters from the soul, a friend once shared.
Yes, a calling. Difficult to hear and acknowledge.
The temptation to abandon ship, abandon self has a strong grip.
But learning to read the runes helps.
To see this is a crie de coeur. A soul rippling, heart shaking sign to listen. Really listen.
Maybe for the first time, to what you really long for.
In that moment, the beacon is lit.
You’re coming home.
Photo by Vladislav Iakunichev on Unsplash