Rachel ready to soar
Our granddaughter is 18
and soon graduates from high school,
college calls to her, as does travel,
as do people not yet known to her
but to whom she is drawn,
as if she has a thirst
that only the social quenches,
as if she feels an absence
that only new people can fill,
only new challenges,
only releasing herself to follow new paths,
other people are vital to her:
lifelong friends, comrades from other experiences,
larger wholes that call to her,
I ask: "What do you hope for in college?"
and she answers that she wants to grow:
to make leaps in perspective,
to actualize the possibilities
that can grow exponentially in college,
just where to go on this odyssey isn't clear to her,
the college is clear, just not a linear sequential path
of just where the next years will actually go--
in classes, with friends, with just how the future will call to her,
similar to how just being in nature can be of awe and wonder,
so, too, the journey before her feels full of wonder.
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