Foretaste of ecstasy

In hindsight, those long wilted nights and short witless days turned out to have been preparation for many moments of lesson in trust, compassion, self love and of self-confidence

Finding a well that provides a rich repository of resources was a lot of digging within where the best repertoire was already creating new groundwork for building a new theatre in the frame of the mind. Since this reconstruction intended to be much bigger and grander than the worn-out foundation the mind had to be prepared for the expansion. Well honed defenses had to be demolished

All the probing and propping; testing and tugging which I once detested as Life’s way of answering all my prayers was more like a permanent penance platform for repeating failed attempts after attempts

Those tears that blurred my eyes and stained cheeks were the spring showers of the heart and the sometimes floods of the soul

All the curses mixed with thanksgiving tributes to all that has happened between each death of every moment were the building blocks that I am now decorating with heartfelt gratitude

With these facts in mind I am willing to celebrate each anticipated answer to prayer