Silver Sails Billow

A dear friend once wrote a poem as we prepared to graduate from High school:

 

Solo Flight





O're the years

A vessel I've built,

Of happy times and sad ~

Piece by piece each day it grew

A bit more worthy~

Secure~

 

Time has come to set my sails~

To leave this port~

For I have stayed my time~

on across the sea we so tenderly

filled with tears I must journey~

to test my knowledge of this vastness

to feel the strength of my sail.

 

the winds arise~

sails silver, billow

I must go.

This poem has come to mind many times throughout my life, but on one particular day - three years ago - as I was packing up the remains of my 28 year marriage and preparing to move with my children to a new home, I found this poem among my keepsakes. Once again ~ the winds arise and I must go into an unknown future.

The details of my journey thus far, I will save for another time.  My desire for these pages would be to share my journey of reawakening and renewal as I seek to heal my life, my body and spirit.

A gentle, almost imperceptible, wind has begun to swell anew within me. Almost a foreign feeling of hope and excitement has returned to my heart.  "The winds arise ~ sails silver billow, I must go." Please join me as I catch my second wind!