Starvation and Abundance

There comes a cycling, or a pendulum swing perhaps. When it rains it pours. When it doesn’t rain…well then, death. Some cycles last for months, some for years, some lifetimes? The vicissitudes of life, birth and rebirth, a cycle of suffering and joy, this is our lot.

I have been, through some wonderful times, amidst a downturn that lasted a good decade. Many treasures were mined and held during that time but the trajectory was toward deprivation. Clinging fast to loyalty and decisions made. Being Irish and knowing full well that someone else will have to make a change because us Irish will put up with anything.

Now there is a different pulse, a different drum beat, a different heart. Sustained by introspection, healing time, self-maintenance and the introduction to a new and glorious muse. The nadir I was headed for will never be reached. A new summit has made itself known and the compass is required to readjust. Other aspects of life will follow as they always do.

The precious few decades I have left are now glimmering with light, life and possibility. I am glad the wheel of life turns and cannot remain stuck. I am glad cycles are in operation and pendulum swings take our breath away. I am glad I did what I did, have known whom I have known and have the opportunity to free myself for a chance to move toward the light.