Reborn

Born again Christian.

Reincarnation.

All sorts of phrases for people starting over.

Dramatic. Newsworthy. Things to shout from pulpits and mountaintops, but that is not the reality of it for me.

Not a conscious choice. Painful even. It requires things I don't want to do, never chose, wouldn't choose.

And yet it seems to have occurred.

In some vague, but vivid way I feel that I am not the woman I was. Nothing to do with religion of any sort. More to do with nature and a sense that my chrysalis is starting to crack open and I am being squeezed out into the world.

Suffering through this initial darkness I see a pinpoint of light ahead.

The rest is mystery.