Life had clearly placed Her hand on the small of the woman’s back and was gently, yet firmly nudging her to the edge.
All she had to do now was take a step into the unknown, while feeling the warmth of this hand, guiding her. Guiding her to free fall into life, with her deepest yearnings held tenderly, yet generously inside of her. Where she could let her heart dive forward, take a huge, wild, painfully beautiful breath and start to fly.
Twisting. Turning. Gliding. Nose diving. Careening. Floating. Spreading her wings.
She will come to a landing, eventually. Exactly where she needs to be. And the Hand will never leave the small of her back.
Remember. This year ends. And 2018 begins.
May your soar into this painfully, beautiful life.