Mid Life

A little something I wrote long ago while going through a rich transitional moment.

Mid Life. Mid World. Donning a new black while looking for a new light. I walk unafraid knowing at moments I will stumble. I will fall. Sometimes, I will fall hard and pause, knowing that in my pausing I am still moving forward and moving up the spiral staircase. I can’t see what lies up ahead and around the corner, but I can look back down the middle and see clearly where I have come. I can see that all those isolated, individual steps that I have experienced somehow made me whole. Even when I am fragmented I can look back and take comfort in the fact that even in those dark times, even when I did not want to move forward, I did. I realize the strength that it took to reach this height. I did that. I…DID…THAT. So now on mid-step, in the dark and directionless I know that somehow I am still moving when I can’t even see my feet. Somewhere deep inside me {perhaps not so deep} there is strength that carries me forward. I know that someday I will be up on another step and in the light looking back at this moment. And somehow it will make sense. It will mean something. It will be a small part of the whole picture, the whole path. So, even while I don’t feel pieced together in this moment, in that thought I can find peace. {Written in 2006}