Love isn’t a place where you arrive, unpack and stay for the rest of your life.

It’s not a temporary stop on your way to a destination, either.

It’s a progressive journey, changing and growing as you go.

Hope cannot be a trauma response leading you onward facetiously.

It must have roots that will survive the long, cold winters,

To bloom again in season; survival and contentment taking turns.

A willingness to show your most vulnerable self

Risking your most torturous secrets

Must be balanced with compassion and generosity… for yourself.

Devotion to an unwavering truth, the strong backbone of your existence.

What is it? Strength? Courage? Faith?

Will the puzzle pieces fit together… into the frame you are building?

The questions are abundant, the answers elusive.

Examining each component’s intricate design muddies the water.

Step back and take in the beauty of the dream, your dream.

When you arrive at your destination, what will it look like?

Capture the image, and then… go one step further.

Make your dream a never-ending story.

Fulfillment begs your attention.

Purpose calmly waits, knowing.

Harmony and peace finally arrive on stage.

Happy endings exist, but finality is a misnomer.

The finish line is really the beginning.

Step over and allow your life to begin.