The path to acceptance.

I climbed the fire tower like I did several years ago, and like before, I found myself at the top. There was no divine revelation, there was simply the exhale of my breath meeting the rush of the wind. But there was a moment of peace, of stillness, contradicted by the gusts that made my body sway. These parts of me once scattered and abandoned, are now being found, and I am holding on to them for dear life. I am listening to all they have to offer. I am letting myself be loved.