Weekend

I was lost this weekend, by choice. It was as if I blindfolded myself and walked through the woods in the Hill Country in complete darkness. Perhaps not blindfolded because I was swallowed up by the starry skies. I love the way the hills look in darkness.
Part of me is a little scared yet I feel like I am finally home. I do not find myself missing city life at all. It has become very therapeutic for me as I embellish myself into its splendor constantly. In previous posts I have mentioned that I have wanted desparately to feel that I finally belong and am enough. Well I have arrived there. It is a thin line that has always existed and has now accepted me just as I am and holds me tight within it's inviting arms. My head rests on the arm of acceptance and I swirl my fingers on the belly of happiness. I wear the stars like jewels making me a star within this mass of plasma where I have disappeared into a milkyway made up of other unforgiven souls.

I had a discussion with a group of ladies who are excited and welcome a poetry venue in the Hill Country. I asked them to give me time and I will set one up soon. It may be under the stars that hover over me not so sure yet. That might defeat the purpose of the cape of invisibility I wear. We discussed abuse and it was a tearful event which seemed like a start to personal healing for some. Affirmation rears its head again. Hopefully my wounds will heal soon so I may go on without further interruption. I feel lightheaded in the hills and I am enjoying it.