MUSINGS FROM MIDLIFE
My Stories
Her Time
"She has been feeling it for awhile now -- that sense of awakening. There is a gentle rage simmering inside her, and it is getting stronger by the day.
She will hold it close to her -- she will nurture it and let it grow. She won't let anyone else take it away from her. It is her rocket fuel and finally, she is going places. She can feel it down to her very core -- this is her time. She will not only climb mountains -- she will move them too." Lang Leav
You know that mother who sacrifices her own wellbeing for the sake of all others? The one who is tirelessly (but is really tired) giving of her time to the family and community.
The Journey
One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice — though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you did not stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations, though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice which you slowly recognised as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do — determined to save the only life you could save.