Love after Love

by winteryder


03.20.16 Spring Equinox Fire

Love after Love


The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

– Derek Walcott


At different times in our lives, we arrive at a crossroad where the concept of home as we have always known it is burned to the ground. We stand in shock, staring at the still-smoking timbers of the life we curated, built, created.

It’s a turning point. It’s where life directs us to turn inward, to welcome the stranger in ourselves… home.

Too often, we flail about- frantically looking for a life raft. Security. Comfort. Anything to ease the horror of the reality.

When the plywood palace of hopes and dreams, of castles-in-the-air, is lit on fire, three things remain: faith, hope and love.

When we make the choice to slow down, to acknowledge, to reflect, to absorb all that the Present offers- we are in a position to welcome that stranger (one’s self) again and again. We can choose to act out of fear or to act out of love. Fear is an excellent passenger (superb conversationalist), but a horrible driver if there ever was one.


Listen for the voice in the wind, the echo of the resonance in your own soul…

It is the sound of change.