…I am coming to the end of the story I wanted to share about my journey through midlife.
Thank you for riding on the broom-stick with me. I have felt your warmth around my back.
Keep carrying your backpack. May it be light.
Whatever your sadnesses, may they be bright.
Whatever your work is, remember the work is to keep doing the work.
Whatever your loneliness, may you hear the wild geese, harsh and exciting, over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Oh – and don’t forget to take your child with you…
I was going to leave you with one last thought, but then I wanted to add another, and another, and then a-blooming-nother. So you are going to have four last thoughts. What the heck. Why not?
xxxx
Pen-pen-penultimate step: Let us lift each other