Life was good all along . Only I didn't see it that way. So deeply ensconced by a plight that long ago happened. I became mired in a fixation of an unhappiness that had been fed to me from birth. I open my eyes each day and marvel at the sheer miracle of my very existence. I am not sure what to put it down to. This new awareness, this perspective eased by a subltle knowledge that all will be fine.

Ofcourse I have my moments, what I fear at those moments is the despair that hangs around the corner. If I incline my head ever so slight the tumult of fearful emotions could wash over me, engulf the good feelings, return me to the bane of pain from which there is no light. I walk this path with the light of grace. An unfolding to the true nature of the skies above me , the trees to my side and the earth beneath my feet. I am walking with the dog down these streets, the houses are built of stone, or wood but always mimicing the elements. As if in a blink of an eye an idea thought them up and gave shape to them. Now I am here to witness, resolute, stealth.

MK

                                               photos: MK