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The Ledge. That single place that is the line between where we’ve been and where we can choose to go. We stand there, alone in our assumptions and solitary in our thoughts, uncertain.

We are, in our power, the definers of our moment. In our sense of who we are there is often a hint of who we were mixed with the sense of who we wish to be.  Those hints distract us from the moment, as the abyss before us and the jagged rocks behind us often keep us from seeing the beauty that exists on the very ledge we stand.

Often, our hearts have been shattered, our brains have been injured, and we stumble amidst the dizzying tears that blind us from our light. We lose sight of the power born in the scars we see, and the strength shown as we rise from the tumbles we have taken. It’s not the fall, my love, that matters. It’s the way we stand, dust ourselves off, and honor the truth that there is no injury in the standing. The injury lays in the way we remain crumbled though we’ve stood, hoping for higher ground when every place we stand is a summit unto itself.

Honor yourself on the Ledge. Kneel upon that sacred ground, and give thanks for the place where your knee meets your moment. Own the strength to stand, to gaze upon the power that you are in the distant horizons you seek to touch. Recognize the power you have created in scaling the jagged stones and stumbling down the rocky pathways of the places you have been. Just don’t lose sight of where you are in the moments you gaze forward and backward. Don’t forget who you are as you gaze at the stars above your head. You are there, already, just honor what you know to be true. You can no easier stop the Sun from rising than you can stop your truth from unfolding once you tap into the nature of its existence.

The truth for me is love. Not in the cozy, smiley ways we think of love. My love is whatever it needs to be in the moment. It can be brutal, comfortable, loving, harsh, caring, distant, accepting, intolerant…sometimes even all at once. The one constant the love I feel and share offers is my truth. It is what it is unapologetically. It sustains me in times of great challenge and weakens me when a challenge is exactly what I need to experience. It picks me up when I’ve fallen, and trips me up when the path has become too cozy and life is not being lived to its fullest. It sits with me in my moment of blindness and leaves me when all I have is sight. Love gives me what I need, always. Especially when I’ve lost sight of who I am.

Suddenly, I find ourselves standing upon a Ledge. That Ledge, you know the one. We’ve all been there before.

Sit across the way with me, and hear this truth.

There are many things for which I have no answers. How I got here, across from you, in this moment in time. How I became so blessed to see your smile as my heart melts all over me. How I get to hear your laugh echo in the silence of the dark. How I knew you before I saw you, and why our wide and winding paths have brought us to this wonderful field.

There are many mysteries throughout our lives. Those unexplainable flowers standing indignantly in the concrete. Those wonderful blades of soft grass found suddenly on rocky soil at the very time we need to rest. Those springs of clear water appearing suddenly in a sheer rock’s face in the moment we thirst the most. You. Me. Here. Now.

Universes born within the promise of possibility, we are. Colliding stars that give rise to the enormous promise of answered dreams, we remain. There are no answers as to what brought the Sun and Earth together, just the results etched in the stone of one potential reality.  There is you, and there is me, both smiling at each other as we hold the reins of something we cannot control, the possibility of diving deep into the certain unknown without a lifeline to the surface.

There are many questions that we can’t answer, but there are many answers that have been laid out before us. I have vivid memories walking against to tornadic wind, my skin pierced by tiny shards of ice, those wounds left stinging by the pelting drops of rain. I remember the silence of the pain, the lonely sobs of a heart being challenged, the testament of a scream in the night as all I knew was being destroyed by petulant winds.

What I know is the sunshine when I see it, and lovely pastures unlittered by the debris of my mind. I value the safety of walking barefoot in the fields where no nail can pierce my skin, where no splintered shard of wood can leave me bleeding in the grass. What I know is the feeling of your voice, the essence of your laugh, the beauty in a face I’d love to see each and every one of my remaining days. While the why may be a mystery, the truth remains nothing of the sort.

A man who has taken his lashes to experience his freedom values both the lash and the freedom. A man who has the scars of battles wages holds firm to the peace he has attained. A man who has lost everything stands firm in the fields where all he is have been planted. The birth of that field remains a mystery, but the truth of where he stands is nothing of the sort.

I remain the man, bare naked and vulnerable in front of you, demanding nothing but stating the simple truths for which he lives; knowing completely the promise of the gift he sees in your eyes. A man like that cannot take that promise for granted, for simple is he who wants to own nothing but the truth. The winds have brought this ship to your shore for a purpose that will, one day, cease to be a mystery.

Then, you may see the Universe extended you a hand, and it may look just like mine. The Universe offered you support, and it took form as my waiting arms. The Universe offered you the love you were seeking, and it looked just like me.

Know this truth, that eternal spring of nourishment which we both have sought, that binds us here and now to the ripples we shall send. Know the smiles of an old man to the love of his life and an embrace of a once empty cup to the water it was made to hold. Know the certainty and safety of a warrior who has found a home within your heart, who does not want to leave, but would rather build a village where you stand.

And there, the mystery ends and the greatest story ever told remains. That is, but once, where the mist takes shape and the mystery comes alive.

And there, it all makes sense even to the sanest ones we know.

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