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THE JOURNEY TO COME
The time has come - finally.
Months of preparation, and anxious waiting,
Knowing - yet not knowing - what awaits me.
What kind of person will I become?
Hearing about it, reading about it,
What will "it" hold for me?
I am ready, it has begun,
I will not turn back, I cannot turn back.
This journey,
Pregnant with challenge, swollen with opportunity,
Offers me a destination - but not an end.
It is a springboard to another feather in my cap,
Another notch in my hiking boot,
Another occasion to grow.
I am ready, it has begun,
I will not turn back, I cannot turn back.
Taking a baby step, a giant step into this unknown,
Knowing, with eyes open, that I will never be the same.
Knowing, with mind open, that this journey and this destination,
Will add to my wisdom, my love of life.
I am ready, it has begun,
I will not turn back , I cannot turn back.
As I walk onwards and upwards, each step will peel away
Another layer of life's complexities,
Disentangle life's mundane intricacies and
Reveal my inner strengths.
I am ready, it has begun,
I will not turn back, I cannot turn back.
I will reach my summit, wherever it may be,
And I will be rewarded with a fresh, raw, simplified and
unencumbered view
Of our world and my place in it.
I will embrace it,
I will cherish it,
I will be thankful.
Anne Jeannet
January 1, 2002
May this year bring you to new heights and successes.
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BREATHLESS
I have journeyed to the summit and valleys of my soul,
The revelations, unobscured by everyday routines, are
Illuminated, sparkling, and set ablaze with each step I take.
And I am left, breathless.
The dusty winds of fate are pushing and pulling me along my
journey of discovery.
Each forced exhalation empty me of boulder-sized doubts,
Arousing a curiosity about my potential.
And I am left, breathless.
Like a mule, stubborn and skillful, I push myself far beyond
my comfort zones.
I re-discover that each shade of orange, white, blue, black
and golden day and night,
Are a challenge, stepping-stone and opportunity to cherish.
And I am left, breathless.
Duffle-sized, no - colossal, mountain sized disclosures, like
the glaciers, hang over me, cold and clear.
I find myself penitent about my shortcomings,
Exuberant and elated about my strengths.
And I am left, breathless.
Strong, supple, soft, serene, independent, yet allowing
myself to receive help.
Reminded, once again, to take things one day; one step, one
breath at a time.
I am woman; senses heightened to new altitudes.
And I am left, breathless.
Anne Jeannet
February 4, 2002
May your own journey leave you breathless
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