gripping the ledge all day, fingers shaking, debris pelting my upturned face, breathing ragged. don't touch me. i said that aloud.
her voice was a rope for climbing and when we were done talking i looked around, surprised. here i am on the top of the world.
Oh honey, that sounds awful. But isn't it the best feeling to look around and suddenly realize everything's okay?
ReplyDelete(I love the image of her voice as a rope and you as a climber. Striking!)
it was just "one of those days" -- nothing in particular, but yet also everything, somehow.
Deleteit was a relief to feel okay as the day went on. talking to my mom was certainly the turning point, and i am so blessed by her love...
Oh Sarah.....I am grateful I could help. I find myself reliving my life through your beautiful journey. Reading this post, through tears, I realize how tightly we are knit together. I love you so very dearly !
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tightly knit together -- yes, yes. i feel your arms around me always. much love to you.....
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