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Strange Relief

Do you ever have moments when you wonder what you really want, only to realize that you have always known exactly what you want? As nonsensical as that sounds, that is how I've been feeling all day today. I had given myself a goal and a direction, and found myself wondering if I were crazy for doing so. Yesterday I looked hard at my dream and was surprised to see just how out of focus it was and how much I didn't understand about my own orientation and the potential it holds. But then, today, all day, my desires have been confirmed. My path is clear. Strange relief.

To You, Friend

Friendship is an incomprehensible gift. Its majestic beauty unfolds around me like a rose-tipped sunset. It washes over me like the glorious deep, resting in my heart like the warmth of a bird, with a song just as sweet. It both strengthens and weakens me. The love in my soul glows warmer than a flame, but it is gentle as a drifting cloud and unflinching as a mountain. The gift of friendship fills my senses. I breathe it in and soak in its aroma.

To you who took my hand, lifting me and steadying me. To you who taught me to love, and you who taught me to feel. To you who showed me what it means to withhold judgement. To you who made me better, stronger, happier, safer, wiser. Thank you.



"Take my hand. Hold on tight. We will stay on the path together..." Sister Rosemary M. Wixom.

Lost and Found

I wrote this one day when I was working in the testing center. I had been reading Peter Pan and happened to have a lot on my mind that day, so I began to pour some of my thoughts onto paper. It needs a good edit, but I wanted to post it anyway because it seems to be fitting today.

Lost and Found

A little lost boy can’t find his way;

He’s stuck in Neverland—

A great abyss of seas and mists

And no one wants to play.

Sad and alone in his own dream world,

He clambers to get free,

But seas and mists he made himself

Are loath to let him out.

His way is barred, his path unclear,

He nearly sits to cry

When something in him comes alive

And teaches him to dance.

Dancing freely ‘round the land,

His dreams seem to have changed--

They’re brighter now, and full of hope;

At last he finds the way.