I am reminded of some Indigo Girls‘ lyrics.

…and the Mississipi’s mighty, but it starts in Minnesota
at a place that you could walk across  with five steps down,

and I guess that’s how you started, like a pinprick to my heart,
but at this point you rush right through me and I start to drown…

 

I am reminded of book jackets and garden gates, within which lie secrets not meant to be secret. If only we would enter. Turn the page. How many wonderful choices do we have, yet choose to ignore? How many points of entry are within our sight, within our reach, yet we do not look and we do not access them?

I find myself, lately, imagining possibilities. Awakening, perhaps. Opening. I wonder what story is unfolding. I wonder what awaits me, or maybe, where I am waiting for myself.

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