I’ve come to know that the promising land I’ve called home for years is one that I must now leave behind.
This land captivated me with its lushness, brilliance and expansive flowery meadows. While this land once was full of blooms, it has been in drought for some time. The promise of another Spring has led me to keep planting seeds of hope, and yet, I know I must leave this place and find a new meadow. In spite of occasional new sprouts, they are not enough to sustain.
This dying place is surrounded by frozen tundra, and while I believe I will make it through to lush springs once again, more beautiful and fertile than I’ve ever known, I have been paralyzed by my fear of this frozen wasteland that I must cross. Alone. No safety net. Tending my own fires. Facing new dangers and debts with my child on my hip.
But if I stay in this drought-stricken land, I will surely perish with optimism wavering.
I am strong. I am supported. I am aligned. I trust in the Universe.
And so I set off for unknown lands with a heart full of courage and my feet pointing forward.