“My Compass”

True North

(Photo by Michele Clark Leach)

True North is calling… Guidebooks in hand….

4,766 miles, to and from, four times in three years
15,031 words written, more prose to come
3,088 photos taken, most with His imprint on them, somewhere

A postcard read:
“Wish you were here”
sentiment, meaningful
intention, good

But you weren’t, and neither was I, even as I stood in prolific beauty
Where was I?
Only quizzical thoughts drifting across those miles, words, images

Years spent loving a ghost, letters in my pocket, songs in my head, words that were just… words?
Years spent loving something elusive, asking me to endure torturous growth to evolve from ego to soul

Into me, today
Into her, tomorrow

All those numbers add up to my True North
A new beginning
A new world… Miles unseen, words unwritten, images yet to be captured

Years of learning to love me through You
Years of torturous evolution at the hands of my ghosts
“Wish you were here” written on the postcard from the universe

I hold the compass towards True North
I search the guidebooks for my direction
I whisper softy to the worn paper in my hands….

“I’m on my way”
I’ll meet you there with my words and my camera
I’ll send the telegraph up and put it into the night sky, spelling out “yes”

“I’m coming”
A resounding “yes” explodes across the miles I’ve traveled to and from and back again
This time I will be there, absorbing prolific beauty
This time I will be present in my words and my actions
This time my grand vision will emerge through my images

4,766 miles, to and from, four times in three years
15,031 words written, more prose to come
3,088 photos taken, most with His imprint on them, somewhere

Numbers adding up to a quiet evolution of me, the One I didn’t waste time loving, the One who points me towards my True North, the One who gave clear direction…. it is Him

Love and Light, M

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