Heron Dance #248

The latest from Rob MacIver...seemed fitting for what I'm feeling right now.

A New Dawn

One spring morning sixteen years ago, at a time of great turmoil in my life,
I saw the sun rise up over a marsh at the edge of the Atlantic Ocean.

As the sun rose, and the subtle hues of the marsh turned soft pastel—
Blue and red and yellow and green and brown, all shifting—
And the sun shone brighter and brighter,
The colors turned sepia for a few seconds.

A Great Blue Heron rose up from the edge of the marsh.
A large bird, a mythic bird, its wings obscuring and being obscured
By the sun and the sun bouncing off the water behind.
I knew my life would change, and that I would live before long
In a much larger world, a brighter world, than my world then,
which was one of Wall Street, business and despair.

That larger world was always there,
But that sunrise and that bird brought it into my life and my heart.
For a second, what I thought I knew, I didn’t know
And what I didn’t know, I knew.

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There's been so much dramatic change in my life this past week that I don't know what to make of it. What I do know though is that my life is changing course. I'm not sure where I'm headed now, but I know I will find my way. I always have.