It was her. I hadn’t seen her in years, but I recognized her immediately. It was a glimmer to let me know that she was still there. She has been buried by seemingly a lifetime of heartache, struggle and survival.
It was her. I saw her and smiled.
“There you are. I’ve missed you.”
I gave her a high-five and beamed a smile at her. Her eyes lit up in recognition and acknowledgment.
“I’m waiting for you.” She whispered quietly. “Find me in joy, simplicity and authenticity. I’m there when you laugh. I’m there when you find peace. I’m there when you sit in stillness.”
And then she slipped away again, under the weight of the world, resting on my shoulders.
E. E. Wildwood 