path

Out past the carbohydrates of my history. They yell, but my muffs are strong.

Someone gifted me a secret treasure map. I don’t remember who. (I do.) When I step into whatever ever there is, sun shines through spaces in the clouds, a breeze laughs its way down the street, through and beyond me. The magic leaps up. It’s personal.

“Without cultivating unlimited friendliness for ourselves, we don’t progress along the path.” Pema Chodron, “When Things Fall Apart”