Returning to Life

It’s time to take a walk around town again. Loose ends are as tied up as is possible. Trust in the journey. And be patient.

This is a time I do not want to forget or have fade in memory. “We are here and we are not broke.” He said. How many damn years went by that were stifled by the latent feelings of being servants in town full of wealth (and pretense) that we could never hope to acquire. Or learned not to want to.

Sitting there on the balcony in that coveted hotel felt impossibly blissful. A true Cinderella moment.

Yet, cerebrally, I had been WELL past believing in the disempowering fairytales fed to us as young women. Ah, but it lingers, an undeniable legacy from the culture I was grown in.

So, when he came along and said, “I got you.” I said, “You do get me. And I got you.” Cinderella had been taking lessons from Felicity Smoke. Enough said.

Now the story feels different to write. Yes, Ali has lived one hell of a life. But then, he has equally so. It feels more like co-writing.