In whatever way
you have not been able to do what you wanted to
let it go. you can start right now. Gently.
In whatever way
you have not done what you said you would
let it go. you are forgiven.
In whatever way you still don’t believe you can do it
let it go. you can do it . you are the one to do it.
In whatever way your critic
has told you that you will never make it
let it go. you can make it.
this is what is next: making it.
you choose and define what that looks like.
In whatever way you feel
your dream has not been realized
let it go. you are right now
at the threshold of your own life. of possibility.
this life is stitched with broken and almost dreams.
just don’t say, you aren’t doing it.
whatever you do, you need to admit
you are doing it right now.
One more step and then another.
my sister and take up your walking stick
and proceed with strides confident and bold
and with the light of your heart
as your lantern to see by.
You will feel us right there
on the path beside you
even when you don’t see us.
We are there.
I am are there.
You are there.
Here I am
There you are
and it is mighty fine
to walk by your side.
So my sister —
tell me your story of calling
and I will tell you mine…
this is our sheroe’s journey
and we shall not cease
and we shall not turn back
from answering our call.
our very breath is the call.
there is no one else to be
and no where else to go.
you are the dream
realized in real time.
yes you. your form and frame
and existence is the answer
of the call from the universe.
you are your own answer
you are the sheroe of you
own story, the shining star.
in whatever way you have
held yourself back in fear,
today that ends and the
path you are on becomes
the one you have always
wanted to call your own.
this is a choice.
I got up to be with the stars.
The ink of night pressed my fingers
into little words that wanted to come
out but couldn’t. I found this poem
and edited it, I wrote it for one of my
graduating classes of Legendary Life.
It was just what I needed. I hope it
was what you needed too.
As the sun rises now over
the hills of West Marin
I breath in the knowledge that yes,
our path is our path. The only
difference of being on a path or
not on a path, is admitting that you are on
one or not. If you are willing to claim it.
Interesting. Very. Very Interesting.
Sending you so much love
and whisps of morning sun through