Silent Reflection

So this will be my stream of unconscious consciousness...

8 hours, miles and miles of highway later and I feel like I just watched the road crumble behind me leaving me questioning the path and if I will remember how to find it again. My journey started with slight apprehension but ended in silent reflection. Its hard to describe the weekends events without being overly descriptive. So this is how I will explain it...

The others looked at me with their eyes like they were searching my face for some sort of explanation... some sort of an answer. I can remember their eyes and how I saw such questioning. This weekend, I saw none of that. Instead I saw someone who might already know the answers and are just waiting for me to reveal them. I saw more of myself reflecting back at me than I have in a long time and it was frankly a bit unsettling. I haven't really wanted to see myself. I have been seeing who I was in terms of other people because that was more logical and easier to understand and a little less of a reality. So now I have these eyes that belong to the same person who has these hands that somehow have reached through my skin and into me to find my light that really had been forgotten. These hands have touched a sense of realness that I had left behind. I am left now with a sense of newness, a sense of the person I thought I was to become. She has held a mirror for me so that I can see with this silent reflection what I am. She makes me want to be me not anything more than who I am and not anything more than who I want to be but just simply me.

Thank you for letting me experience that with you.