My Dearest Friend,
It’s been a while since we last talked. I’ve missed you, and not a day has gone by when I haven’t thought of you…
The last few years of my life have been challenging – a divorce, a move, reinventing myself as a single mom. I find myself physically and emotionally exhausted, deep in the heart of an astrological mid-life crisis.
Mid-life crisis – (n.) a wild urge to shatter the life you know. A clarion call resounds deep in the psyche, and we must embark on a quest for meaning and purpose. On the well-trod pathless path, we find utter chaos and breathtaking beauty. Dante’s Divine Comedy begins thus:
When I had journeyed half our life’s way,
I found myself within a shadowed forest,
For I had lost the path that does not stray
I can see the life I want, shining over the shadowed valley like Dante’s guiding Planet. But the landscape has changed so much, all my maps are useless.
When I was a child, I used to play in the woods behind our house. I recall climbing trees, building dams with stones in the creek, playing hide and go seek with other neighborhood kids, and picking up stones and putting them in my pockets. Now that I think back, what I remember most is the thrill of following the stream, of walking just a little further than I’d been before, just to see where it went.
Childlike wonder. A sense of adventure. Perhaps we forget those things as we get older, crowded out by collected expectations and life’s responsibilities. But unlike rocks in pockets, such childhood treasures are never truly lost. They still exist in memory, waiting to be summoned.
Maybe such shining memories are like a trail of breadcrumbs, leading through the shadowed woods back to ourselves.
If I follow, I wonder where they will lead…
With Love, from Luna.