a walk to remember
we walked about 10 miles through fields and little villages in Kircheim, Germany. my teacher, my counselor. the clouded sky gently dappling the sun across our faces. beautiful old houses and scanty sidewalks. and big dogs barking at us.
he didn't even knock. he opened the door, climbed up the stairs and sat on the bench of the pipe organ as if he were home. and now that I think of it, I believe he really was.
his hands holding mine as we prayed in silence. I don't know what to do with my life. I don't know what to do anymore.
"I see a child sitting on the beach, happily toiling the day away building sandcastles and playing with little rocks. day after day, after day. but what this child really wants is to sail across the ocean. she's waited for a very long time. sad, and confused. but she's ready now to leave the safe shores and venture into the wide expanse of the sea. all she needs to do is to trust. and let go. her fears, all the questions. but mostly her fears."
"there's nothing to be afraid of, Irene" his voice echoed off the stone walls of the small church, "believe it or not, you're prepared for this. and remember. you are not alone."
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gros bisous--
Sending you lots of love & support. As always, my friend.
thank you for sharing it here...
you don't know me but i love your site and find inspiration in your creative poetry of life.
x0 in momville to you