Sunday, June 23, 2013

A non-compromising policy.

And the day came when the voice of her intuition could be quiet no more.

She demanded of the world the same attention the world had demanded of her for so long.

She was seeing with a new set of eyes.  The ground cracked, her thunderous belly roared.  Everything was raw and everything hurt. But at least there was a fresh opening in her heart she could tend to.

There was a finality to this new non-compromising policy of hers.  No turning back. The pieces would land as they would have landed anyhow. But this time, she was in charge.

Reflecting, she realized it was all well worth the journey.

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