Standing My Ground

  Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong   Whether I find a place in this world or never belong    I gotta be me, I've gotta be me    What else can I be but what I am    Walter Marks

I’m grateful to be me, right now, in this place, experiencing all that I am going through. Life school is still teaching me, and I like to sit right up front. Current lessons seem to be about finding the holiness in every situation as I recognize it’s passing through my life.

Joy, happiness, hope, anticipation, a little bit of fear and apprehension; they’re all woven parts of the tapestry of Now, and they all add their unique colors and textures. The tapestry’s name is Sandy, and it has it’s own beauty. There are pulled threads where I’ve tried to hang on, holes where I didn’t grab ahold of opportunities, and many serendipitous scenes which seemingly emerged out of nowhere.

It’s not finished, this tapestry named Sandy. The weaving continues, the surprises emerge, the stitches may hold or may unravel a little bit; it all adds to the texture. I live in Today, still learning to be myself, as I watch it all unfold, day by day, as I sit in the front of my class of one.

I’m deeply grateful for those who see me, understand me, stand by me, love me, encourage me, and let me be me.

This is my ground. This is where I stand, love, learn, and watch the tapestry of me continue to be woven.