As I said in my last post I'm doing a bit of a "retrospective" look though past journals and poetry.
This is a poem I wrote in 1995 - but I still like it and identify with it!
As I think about the date I wrote this, I realize that it was just six months before my brain aneurysm so the "next challenge" was bigger than I anticipated when I wrote!
WHITE WATER RAFTING
White
water rafting in the caverns of my soul
terrifying,
exhilarating -
this
is no time to analyse
just
hang on and go with it.
Hold
the sides of the boat and lean into the curves.
No
jumping out or going back now
No
use trying to grab the solid looking rocks
that
flash by - to hold onto them would mean
being
wrenched out of the boat and left behind.
It's
dark in these underground caves and
no
way of knowing what is around the next bend.
Shooting
the rapids one minute
Gliding
calmly the next - the trick is
to
be alert and fully aware of each moment.
All
one's energy is focussed on just that -
Being
alert for what each moment requires:
Holding
on in the rough patches,
Relaxing
and drawing breath when possible,
Ready
then for the next challenge.
The
river determines the route and the destination
This
is no highway with multi choice exits.
The
Guide gives instructions:
"Hold
on, lean right, let go, bail..."
And
I? I am committed to the river and the guide.
Trusting
them, I will emerge into the light,
And
in retrospect would not have missed the journey!
Sheila
Pritchard
13
December 1995