cyclical seasons, linear body

I am neither here nor there

but with yet another year

I have gathered many lessons,

some through laughter, others in tears

And this body of mine

I have learned to love more

Not solely for how she looks

but what she can do,

what she holds,

how she heals.

Even through grief,

I have learned how precious it is to feel

To let down my shield

and open my heart

to the Great Mystery.

This life is an ongoing journey

but most importantly a work of art

In which we compose our own stories

This year I will choose to write one of love

and to give gratitude for being me.