And here I am, collapsed on this chair in full view of the panorama of
color that unfolds in these last few moments of the day. I've wandered
the streets in view of something other than the ritual of Friday nights
in riot regalia.

Imagine my surprise when I notice the gallery openings being set up,
hidden from my view most other days and times. The cares of these
buildings are becoming familiar, the wear on the bricks like the aged
skin of someone I have seen travel from youth through middle age. I am
beginning to feel the glimmer of home and of this place becoming
familiar and in some way mine.

I seem to have entered another shifting zone, another circle of
completion. Events and people from thirty years past are suddenly back
in my life once again - unsolicited, but here, none the less. And more
connections and more synchronicity and I make the determination to live
my life and let time tell me the answer.

I wait no longer and I look for the answers no more. I will know it
when it is, when it is time and until then, I live my life. She who
waits no longer.