There are moments along the way when I forget
how far I've travelled,
how much I've progressed
The clouds cover and the fog settles in and I forget
how grateful I am
how blessed I am
how lovely I am
how free I am
What joy there is.
I am walking this way, walking into
the new world
It is a world with less and less shame
less and less fear
more and more allowing
Say you love apples and
suddenly you -- after great hunger-suffering --
inherit ten acres of apple orchard.
It's like that.