My Season

Funny thing about prayer is that when you send it up to the Heavens or put it out to the Universe, it has a way of returning, like a boomerang. With answers.

It returns just as we asked.

At times we are so excited that we received the answer whether through a sign, omen or via messenger. At other times, when the answer is the opposite of what we wanted to receive, we tend to pretend and/or ignore the reality that we did not get what we wanted, This is/was me.

Dear You,

I prayed for you, then, I prayed about you and went about my life. Until one day it slapped me hard across the cheek, and I remembered my favorite go to poem.

“Reason, Season, Lifetime”- Author Unknown.

You were my SEASON; “Some People come into your life for a SEASON, because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it. It is real. But only for a season.”

How do I know you were my Season? The abundance of laughter that brought me joy accompanied by a sense of sexy and profound beauty. Also, I knew you were my Season because of the distance. The seemingly unreachable distance pulling farther apart.

I am saddened. I might be wounded.

I am grateful. Grateful for the laughter, for the intellectual conversations, for the 20+ second healing hugs.

I am thankful for you, my favorite muse.

My Soul appreciated you releasing the emotions that poured forth into words that caressed the scars left behind.

I release you. You are free, and I am uncaged.