I Suppose

I suppose the voice has been with me since before my time on Earth.

And once I was conceived it guided the timing of my birth

Into the perfect circumstance for just that prime succession

Of events that would bring the lessons that would eliminate my obsessions.

I suppose that my mom and dad were chosen specifically for me

That the combining of their energies would offer exactly what I needed

To evolve into the adult that I have so uniquely become

To stand upon my mountaintop and beat my solitary drum.

 

I suppose that when I leave the Earth there will be a certain kind of heartache

& my energetic influence will be shifted to another time and place

Perhaps that voice will call, to remind me of what lives on

As I find an orbit in my new found sphere and new oceans to make waves upon.

Tricia Schwaba Poetry, from the archives

Maria Popova on-- Virginia Woolf on Soul

Maria Popova via The Marginalian
”It is an ongoing mystery: what makes you and your childhood self the same person. Across a lifetime of physiological and psychological change, some center holds. Endora Welty called it “the continuous thread of revelation.” Walt Whitman saw it as something “independent, lifted out from all else, calm like the stars, shining eternal.” Complexity theory traces it to quantum foam.
The best shorthand we have for it is soul.”
She then introduces this quote from VW

Virginia Woolf: