I am Me. All of me, is every bit of me, and as much as me as I can be.
“Me” is the web that the spider has spun; strong sticky soft fine threads of silk, radiate from the middle to the end and back again, and then they circumnavigate their way around in a circular motion. When the orbit has been carried out many times, the finished piece is rendered stunning artwork by many, lesser by some. The web, like my many own complex and complete threads reach out in front of me, and all are interwoven and meet at many crossroads, and pass each other time and time again; and each is intrinsic to the other. Break one tiny finger of web, and while the web will hold, it will be weakened; and break another and then another, and the web will be destroyed. A spider can re-build her web, and I too, can re-build mine
And so it begins, a new life, a new chapter, a new way of being. A revised edition of the old me; one with all the old bits, and the new bits of gathered wisdom, accumulated knowledge, learnt behaviours, learned ways. The old me grown up; in age, in ways I never knew I could grow.
A mother of two; a lover of none, but of many; a sister, a daughter, a friend, and time has done much to alleviate the pain of a broken heart a billion times over, and time moves on in mysterious ways, and time, and time
Oh No!! A week??? One Week??? We were within one week of being in the same town and therefore being able to finally meet !! I fear I will find out later, but for now I don’t understand why the cosmos is against us meeting. A week? One week!! Seven days is all that separated us from connecting, contacting, meeting and greeting each other. I am so disappointed, bordering in fact on devastation! It really is a shame that we came so close, and yet so far