(c) Pamela Schloesser Canepa, 2020
In the midst of the wind
And tumultuous waves
A voice called out to me.
“You did not cause the storm,
But the storm is within you
You are not run by what you fear
And you are not controlled by fear
If you can just embrace it…
Be the wind that erodes the sands of boredom
Be the downpour that washes away all doubt
Be the fire that burns down the tents of shame
Do not be blown over by the storm,
Let the storm surge through you, and remake you,
Stronger, wiser, resilient as an oak.”
With that, she walked away, long stick guiding her movements, gray hair befalling her shoulders, a smile crinkling at her eyes.
Just as I realized who she was, she was gone…
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