Floating In The Sea Of Salts

From Writer's Life #2:

I am so grateful to be home. Not a house kind of home, but an internal one. This is me. This is for real. I can do this. And I am. It takes a lot of courage--audacity really--to be who we are. To be real. Authentic. To drop the veil and reveal the truth. I am doing it. We all are, together, surrounded by one circular embrace.

I log onto my email account and am reminded to be grateful for the interconnectedness of our lives. Thanks to Entourage (my email program), my emails are sorted into neat little categories. An internal wave swells over me, expanding from my heart, up and out to the universe.

I am so lucky to be surrounded by great women friends…my immediate mama circle, the larger metropolitan mama group, the dynamic circle of moms from our preschool ("the doers" I call them), the virtual moms in cyber space and the moms right in the room. I am so thankful to be included, caressed by their care, nurtured by their friendship, inspired by their strength, and spirit of cooperation. We all help each other. We share each other's burdens, we swap stories and advice, we share playdates, cocktails and life.

I hold a vision of women, each powerful jewels, dynamic and flawed, joyous in their humanity, forging the center outward, each one cutting her own path, which then connects to the larger outer circle.

Jody had her baby…it's a girl. A sister. A woman. A fresh soul enters as old pain washes away. New light has arrived as we excavate our truth.

I am happy. I am sad. I am open. I am tired, and all this is true too.


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I float in the sea of salts, calmly, peacefully, drifting off to another place far away. Time is suspended indefinitely.

Something pulls me back into lucidity as a pair of white birds--is it geese or swans?-- are flying straight towards me. Mouths open, wings flapping, heading straight for my throat. For a moment I am startled, frozen even, ready for the attack.



"Bring it on!" I rejoice, suddenly freed from the fear, "Bring it on!"


My detachment shifts the trajectory and now we're heading up to the sky. Large, feathery white wingspans pump gracefully higher and higher…until we ARE the sky.