I turned on my side. Grim lay motionless as I
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tentatively pushed back his hood and dared to look into his eyes. Where
I had expected to encounter fear, danger and menace, I saw only the deepest
love. Tenderly, Grim reached across the barren winter and touched my life
with spring. Shrugging off his heavy cloak, he took my hand and we wandered
around the garden, marvelling at the colour, texture, taste and smell
of it all. He reminded me of all the simple pleasures that constantly
surround us.
Grim taught me to look with new eyes and to laugh with joy at the beauty
of this the greatest miracle of all - my life. And then he gave it back
to me.
It's mine, it always has been, to live any way that I choose but to truly
recognize that I have choices in how I do it. It's a
powerful place to be in the centre of my own life, living it.
From time to time, Grim steals a fleeting kiss from my lips and a shiver
of fear passes through me. He's a cheeky fellow I've learned to live with.
Yet when that day comes that he walks with me as the sun finally sets
on this lifetime, I feel assured that no matter what, spring will come
again next year.
This is Cate's last PN column for now, but you can catch
up with her in Positively Women's newsletter.
