Kimmstree
tree-hugging Mom, teacher, friend, activist, observer of people, lover of words, certified TSFL health coach, chocolate & coffee fan
Into Marvelous Light
I’m runningI surfaced at forty, gasping for air as I popped like a cork. Years before, I could see the dappled light shimmering and beguiling just out of my reach. Most days I felt like I was being held under. Forced down by an unseen hand that held me fast in that gray limbo. Below me, my legs paddled into nothingness above me, I often only saw darkness. But as I neared forty, I caught more glimpses of undulating light like crown glass windows at sunrise the direction I needed to go was up.Kimmstree1 min read