return - me - renewing

I find myself here again, confronting the feared

repetition, failure, only

I am

different now. Well, maybe other things are too. But it was always about the other -

the weather, signs or

something else and now

I realise in some kind of

honest bare still way

it was

always actually I. Honest enough now to see

what, who I really am and

rejoice in this

being -

my own self -

delight.

So it was always me then

and the feared failure,

this,

rather a leaning into the

lightness I’d

become.

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