I am, where I sat a year ago. I feel the energy of that person I was, seemingly such a short time ago.
The vastness between her reality then and mine in this moment.
Listening to the same true river running through her heart.
Why does it feel like multiple forms of reality exist at once?
Lands that ancient people inhabited, and they can still be felt.
A lover I met to swim and make love, talking lazily as we lay on a warm stone and look at the trees above.
Pondering.
When you sat here dear one, you wrote about the river and its ever-flow in the same direction never going backwards but always forward.
It captures time in such a way that I almost feel as if I could walk upstream and reverse it.
Its flow facilitates change, cutting through her rocks and banks, moving boulders, watering trees that grow tall.
I long for the woman who sat here, the lover that is about to walk through the woods to see you.
The smile on his face when he greets you.
The smell of him as he hugs you.
The way your ears are about to hear him say your name.
The love you are about to make as he drinks you in.
I cry as I write this, but I don’t feel sadness for where I am in time.
I have moved forward with the river.
I have changed aspects of myself that are stronger and vibrant.
I am becoming fuller with strong forward movements.
Able to cut through stone, move boulders and water trees.
That place in time is cherished.
I’m able to sit here and recall it’s joy, like a reality I can watch on rewind.
And though it brings a tinge of longing, I can respect that moment of time
And enjoy fully this moment of mine.

-Meaghan Katelyn