Judy Price is Writing

I’m told there is a new moon tonight with the end of one chapter where another begins.

Once again my life seems to mirror the state of the planetary changes.

Just when I decide to move forward in one direction, life has other plans, and I find myself spinning off my axis.

My drifting this time is not only without my anchor but also without my rudder. 

I feel lost and it hurts to be in this place.  

The earth that grounds me as I walk in nature, now conjures memories of  hope.

I need to take to the sky; the heavens far above the sea beckon me. 

The earth will always have its place as I am of ‘clay’.

It is my ethereal spirit that leads me on my way.