There is a moment when everything shifts. Sometimes you feel it. Sometimes you don’t. Most likely the shift is necessary. And most likely, you have resisted it without even realizing. It will happen regardless of how you thought things should go and you will have to decide your course ready or not. And so it is that I find myself here. Floating free and clear, shifting with the tide. A Sea Change, this life of mine. I’ve come a long way, enlisting every ounce of my bright blood for this moment. The moving forward, the moving through, the moving on.
Adrift! A little boat adrift!
And night is coming down!
Will no one guide a little boat
Unto the nearest town?
So Sailors say — on yesterday —
Just as the dusk was brown
One little boat gave up its strife
And gurgled down and down.
So angels say — on yesterday —
Just as the dawn was red
One little boat — o’erspent with gales —
Retrimmed its masts — redecked its sails —
And shot — exultant on!
-Emily Dickinson