To reach the summit we must face the extremities.
At times it will feel barren. As barren as the womb that no longer carries a child. It will feel so desolate. The losses so great that we cannot speak of the suffering. We try and bury it. As if that will bring some relief.
The cold then sets in. The cold, stark landscape, mirroring back our emotionless state. Settling deep into the heart, frozen blocks, so rigid, they appear impossible to thaw. Untouched thoughts, unspoke
We've had to dig deep to get this far. So much to lose. So much to let go of. At times it feels really cold juxtaposed with the humidity that is incredibly stifling. We are here often, just waiting to discover what our next step should be. Is there even a direction? Or do we just let the waves sweep us away, carrying us with the currents, the tides, to a new shore. A new day. A new life. The only constant in all of this, is that this is the right path, if we can even place su