Que Sera Sara?

In the slowing time of PMS I find myself often retracing my steps. Going back over trodden ground, following my own bread crumbs home.

I think of it as a calibration; a tune up. It serves as a useful guidebook when I go off-roading or get lost.

Today I found a younger self who wrote the following:

“I may not be a great poet, or a great scientist. But I come to know with deep conviction the importance of standing astride these camps of existence, both epic and discreet. To be a bringer, a bridger, a translator and teller. This is special. This is a super power. For where is the world to go if we each preach only to our own choir?”

Clever girl, that one.