Come What May
With limbs stretched wide, head back to the sun and body in motion, she is spinning and spinning.
The buzz is dizzying, mystifying, trek, trek, trekking along the road less traveled for her 2nd, 3rd, 6th change at the luck of life.
The angel which rests upon her shoulder has kissed her with fearless wonder offering mountains of what can be if only you invite it in. And after all this times of chasing rainbows...what dreams may come?
What possibilities from hand to heart create an endless valley in which to plunge into?
Valleys of what will be hers because she has the power to make things happen.
Mile marker sixty and still she has just begun. Taking leaps and bounds of boundless uncertaintyalong for the ride.
And tucked away in her pocket are the pleasantries and memories that have yet to made.
And that is the meaning of life!
The beginning from the end, to the middle and back to the start again.
Full circle with stumbles there and here, with trips and traps to continue learning from.
Blessed be this birth of light that shines down on her like the heavens had opened up.
Blessed be the gift of time for it was time that allowed her to recognize that she is worth it.
And like a snake that sheds its' skin, it is her season for change.
Winds have shifted and she is ready to soar.
New skin, fresh eyes and drive unrelenting.
Quantifying all she ever needed and wanted to be.
She is spinning, she is spinning, she is endless possibilities.
Tiffani C. Frost
Copyright 2004