Some of us are trying to remember
how we like our eggs
and the kind of music we used to love to dance to
and the clothes we liked to wear before our closets filled with Slacks and Sensible Shoes.
And sometimes, in the midst of all those runny yolks and Ani Difranco riffs and bangles
we find Her.
Others of us are making sense of who we are
when we aren’t what we do
what we accomplish
when we aren’t the fulfillment of our next goal.
And sometimes, we find a way to look in the mirror and see a woman unadorned with the ornaments of striving
and in seeing Her
we coax her out from where she’s been hiding
holding her joy tightly in her arms
and waiting for us to come and find her.
Some of us are leading with our hearts
blazing along our path
and need, every so often,
to fall softly into a sister’s arms and touch courage
the strength that’s needed to
the kind of woman
who knows how she likes her eggs
(shaking her bangles)
forges a new way of being in the world
and in doing so, forges a new world altogether.
We’re all, in one way or another, looking for
a home within ourselves.
and at the same time
we’re all just walking each other home.**
**quote by Ram Dass.