I am smiling as I write this. Amazed at how a passion of mine (photography) would connect me to my Mum at a time when I have been missing her presence. I had been looking for photography classes in my area, when I stumbled across a name which was familiar, and when I followed the link I arrived at a website for someone who teaches all the things I am struggling to express myself. This person coaches creativity, teaches journalling and art classes, and photography. She is also someone who was friends with my Mum, taught with my Mum, and was there at the house (though I had forgotten) the night my Mum died. How incredible. The world is large, yet it is small too. I cannot help but believe that there is a reason for this seemingly random occurrence that is so deeply personal. At a time when I am struggling with the deeply personal.
Will you light my way on a twisting road?
Make promises and keep me safe?
Life crunching like gravel underfoot
Uncertain ground where stumbling and stopping
Starting and failing
Trying and striving seems par for this course
Where is the light?
Didn't you promise?
Frustration in the fight
Grey weariness hangs like a heavy cloak
Yet
Sometimes
People emerge like Aphrodite from the ocean
Exquisitely timely
When opening our eyes and hearts to the possibility
