Photo Linda McDaniel
“Time is an Ocean, present and eternal. We are adrift on that ocean of possibility, you and I , and the miracle is that we find each other at all. Maybe it’s age that keeps me scanning the horizon, looking for you, waving, bobbing in that sustaining current, because I want to hold eternal moments closer now. We move through time and space separately, and the mystery of our meeting is time’s gift to us. Swim with me now. We have no other chance.”
Richard Wagamese “Embers One Ojibway’s Meditations”
Gateways, doorways and thresholds all inviting an entrance or an exit, their silent message ‘the only way out (or in) is through.’
We arrive at our personal thresholds through a naturally arranged opening, the decision to step forward or not, totally in our hands.
Fingers on the latch speak of transition and escape but mostly possibilities that lie beyond fear.
Push the latch and set the barrier free, disengage, turn sideways into the light and it will both dissolve and expose you.
We stand on the shoreline, toes in the water not wanting to leave safe harbour despite knowing instinctively how to navigate rough seas, rising with the swells and resting in the trough.
The surrender that brings you again to the surface the vulnerability of the letting go and the trust needed for both, all released with a push of a latch .
written in response to Denise’s “Six Sentence Stories” Prompt word: Escape