The husband looks up from his newspaper and says
“maybe those old friendships just weren’t that strong to begin with.”
Sundays are always the hardest afternoons. Memories of family dinners, picnics and phone conversations with loved ones. The ones who wanted to look for benefits, opportunities, for fresh gossip, new customers and clients-it’s always agenda first-what did you expect? Remember how it all started?
I told you from beginning I don’t chase after people. I chase after mountains and canopied sequoia in my heart center. The children called and that’s what matters. Somebody called with a voice, real voices. Not an email, a text or a form letter once a year at Christmas.
I thumb through my old fashioned hand written address book and have to sigh over the names of those who crossed over or who moved on. It’s held together with duct tape. Time for a separation ceremony.
Look alive, my soul! You already know the score. There is none. All is contained within the Tao.
Really, take another look says the voice of the Higher Self.
Sometimes I climb those stairs by myself
as if in some foreign place,
yet, the place is not strange at all.
I have been alone before.
Shed the outworn threadbare with a prayer
in a shawl for my shoulders.
I climb the stairs by myself.
I must try.