{"id":12954,"date":"2024-05-13T01:24:50","date_gmt":"2024-05-13T07:24:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/?p=12954"},"modified":"2024-05-14T18:23:30","modified_gmt":"2024-05-15T00:23:30","slug":"all-at-once-she-became","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/atalantarising.surly.org\/?p=12954","title":{"rendered":"All At Once She Became"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
East to West
A wind in a joyous race 
All around the circumference
Of this wide lush world 
Rushing far past the trapped 
Horizons of her bound fate.
 
North and South
 Shooting through sky.
Bursting through earth.
Swiftly escaping
Those crushing shackles 
Twisting her flight.
 
No Longer Anchored
Only to gaze upon those glittering lights 
Cast over velvety blankets of 
 Midnight skies.
 She\u2019s blazing outwards now, towards
 The vastness of her new untethered fate.
 
Free to Roam
 Amongst those brightly 
 Glowing sign posts 
 Stretching out across time.
 Those ancient constellating maps
 Pointing in all directions.
 
All at Once
 She became a beat in sync with the universal heart.
 A thread of light woven back into
 The veil of the eternal mind.
 Expanding out to be with all things, in all places, at all times.
 Yet, always close and never lost from you.
 
Because the Universe
 And all its mysteries that exist beyond our proving
 Stitched your heart to hers and her heart to yours. 
 Laced and tied together with those celestial threads
 More clearly seen with the heart
 Than the eyes.
 
And the Stars
 The stars in her eyes were the stars in yours
 A shared sacred reflection.
 A guiding light born alive between two.
 Her stardust compass
 Always pointing the way home to you.

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Amanda 
April 12, 1989 – November 7, 2022<\/strong>

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I typically haven\u2019t included a back story for the creative writing posts I\u2019ve made here.  I\u2019m making an exception for this one though.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Twenty-one years ago I started going to a small local coffee shop near my home. I would pop in for a bit to relax or socialize with the baristas and other regulars before going to pick up my oldest child from kindergarten.  Going there became a cherished routine for me.  Until this last fall I\u2019d go there daily, sometimes twice in a day.  As the years marched by, my schedule varied with how long I could stay to visit.  But I was there at least once a day, even if I was running out the door as fast as I ran in.  I\u2019ve made friendships there that go back nearly as long as I\u2019ve been showing up.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s my community, my home base, my Cheers. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I met Sharon when she came to work at my beloved coffee joint 14 years ago, it may even be 15 by now.  She\u2019s smart, funny, friendly and very kind to all her customers.  She has a way of making us all feel very seen and special.  Unsurprisingly it didn\u2019t take long before she was the manager. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This local spot was already a great place, but after Sharon came onto the scene it began to grow into something even more special for so many of us.  Sharon really knows how to knit people into a community.  She understands what it means for people to have a Cheers in their life, a place where \u201ceverybody knows your name.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n