Life can be tricky.
Navigating whatever we must to survive.
We see things one way, when others see theirs.
As a grown woman with a sad childhood past,
I keep learning over and over again when
to trust others, and when to trust me.
And I have to admit: it’s not always easy,
squinting through the fog, and trying to
make sense of what’s in front of me.
But then I stop. I listen. Carefully.
To my center, to my soul,
to the nucleus of who I am.
Sure, we can talk all night and day about what’s right or wrong.
Or we can sit, and breathe, and feel what we already
know is best – for us.
And there it is, where it was all along.
Though we did our damnedest to ignore it.
Finally, at five-plus decades into this Life, I realize: I am ready.
Ready to follow my own knowing.
Steering here, not over there.
Yes, finally, I am ready.
“Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing…
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you out
into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
‘It is I you have been looking for’ …”
– Naomi Shihab Nye, an excerpt from “Words Under the Words: Selected Poems”