Growing pains

Cliche, yes....that growing hurts- my skin stretches and itches and cracks and below the surface, just out of view but becoming visible, is new beauty...taking off, moving away from what and who I was, shedding layers and belongings, about to embark on a trip that will be my greatest adventure to date.

I will move fast and light, om two wheels made for the open September sky and vast starry nights and soft morning air. I look back at where I was this time last year and I am amazed- I see more clearly than ever that I'll never really know where I will end up- I can plan, and carry a map, pack my first aid kit and change of clothes, wrap myself up warm and tight in my second skins and twist the throttle, but in truth I will not know what kind of trip I will have until I have reached my destination.

There is that, too.....the one who waits for me in that big tall city- the one who makes my heart hurt and bust open and burn, the one who makes me weak, and makes me so much stronger- I need to learn more, and to not make any assumptions. Sometimes she has to go away, but she comes back, sweet and open, with her weight stretched out on top of me (my favorite), breath in my mouth, hair falling thick curly silken on my face, my chest, my belly.....my love. This has not been an easy walk but know I am so lucky. So. LUCKY.

It's that horseshoe up my ass........hm.....no complaints!