You may have arrived here as if stumbling upon a clearing in the forest. You are invited to stop here a moment, to become quiet, to breathe. This is a place to begin to re-member the one in you who wants to sing, who wants to feel again the joy beneath the numbness and the pain, to realize that life, all of life, is happening now, in and around us. There is no other time. There is no other place. Welcome back to the authentic self you may have been seeking.
Poem for Now
Love after Love— Derek Walcott
The time will come
When, with elation,
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other’s welcome,
And say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you
All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.