It is odd, reminding myself I am nearly 57, sitting in my parents’ kitchen.
Surrounded by memories and sounds
I can blink my eyes and clearly feel my feet on other paths.
I could be a weary mother
Visiting to pick up grandkids freshly exhausted and excited from their 2 week hiatus
And exploring new paths away from me
I could be a young mother, babe at breast
Visiting new grandparents and great grandparents (folks now passed),
Hoping to learn from the paths they walked before me.
I could be a young bride-to-be, preparing for life journeys and partners who would fade and grow.
Paths u imagined still ahead of me.
All of these women echo inside of me, shaping the timbre of my voice.
And yet I reflect the crone…more life behind me than ahead, children traveling on their own life paths.
Pondering the paths possible still.