Letting Go
2023 – A brave new world

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It’s like the hidden depths of sorrow have solidified into a spring-loaded
platform from which to leap. And leap I must. As waves crash land, I
keep a window on the tide and craft vessels of self to ride on the crests
of white waves. Harbour-bound this time, no distant restless shores
fading into the distance, but solid ground welcoming me home but also
liberating me to leave. The thrill of adventure caresses my open eyes
and open heart, in cars, on trains, and walking, walking, walking. Finding
my own way. Education; higher and higher and higher.