Back to You

There is a kind of waiting that feels like gentle onshore breezes kissing salty stones. It isn't warm but there is a sense of calm, of nature, of things expected. Then there is the kind that feels like the head of a medieval mace is loose in my guts and my head has taken a beating with a hefty plank of wood. A legacy can be negative ripples of positive waves, each taking on a life of their own in the fabric of the universe, interacting with karma, chance and fate. But, my birth has been a mystery till now. I choose the most perfect memory of my mother and cling to it. I choose it because at that moment she was the person she should have been, would have been. Even if the mystery was revealed, would people still consider me in their life?