The Path

By Karen Rogers

There was no way back.

It felt like magic. It felt immense.

All the stuff was there but everything looked different. She wondered if she looked different to everyone else.

She knew deep challenges lay ahead. Yet she felt stronger than before. The prophecies were within her. But she must seek counsel.

She would fuck up. It was inevitable. And, dismemberment would follow. She breathed deeply. Relief and renewal.

The lessons were set. The book was open. The symbols made no sense. She was the seeker. But the questions were more difficult to find than the answers.

This was the path.