The Summer of 2012 is now over. Passing through the gates of a full year (and several months, now) sober, I look around and see the end of much. Many habits, perceptions and good god, “feelings,” those notoriously impossible to read former barometers of my life.
Some dragons slain. Others awake for the first time. Yes, my eyes are now wide and open…I stand at the ready. Ready to pounce, leap from the ledges I fell to, like a cat on a hot tar roof. Leaving deep prints,searing my feet until I shoot forward, up and over and out of view.
You ain’t seen nothing yet…and I am not afraid of what is yet to be. Seen by me.