Wisdom

She didn't know the ground under her feet, nor the way in which the wind blew.

She didn't know the day, the hour, the minute, and couldn't see the sun or the moon.

She couldn't see ahead, but refused to look behind. One foot in front of the other is all she knew.

Her path wasn't possible to define. The corners were too sharp to see around and they cut her

But she kept putting one foot ahead of the other, moving inch by inch forward, blindly, not in hope, in faith

She fell often and without grace, always falling forward. The path began to lift from the fog of hopelessness

The ground became firmer. The wind felt warm on her face, and the corners weren't so sharp

At some point she realized she was going to make it --- make it to what she wasn't sure, but goddamn it she was going to make it!

She still fell down, always flat on her face, but she realized she was still moving forward.

She could see the exit signs now if she chose to take one

Above all she decided that if she was going to fall, which she would, she was going to make it part of her dance.

Judi, February 2021