Here And Now

I traveled a great distance to be here and now.

Across vast craggy mountains I climbed, stumbled and fell.  Clinging to rock with bare fingers and broken nails, I thought I would die.  I did not.

Crawling, I continued, on hands and knees through bushes and briars, whose branches tangled and pulled at my hair, whose thorns ripped at my flesh.

Bloody and bruised I have emerged.  Heavily pregnant and strong. Ready to give birth to new ideas, to transform all that I touch.

I traveled a great distance to be here, and now,

I am not going back.

S. Conde