"I can't stop looking back. Remembering," Beth said.
"Why now?"
"Just as I have consciously let go of all the things that don't work for me, why is this coming up again?"
"I mean it feels as though I am standing in the witness box. Witness to my own life is more like it. It isn't as though I am defending my life. It is as though I am releasing aspects that haven't, don't serve my highest good. They haven't for years."
Beth brushed her brown hair to the side. Gray high and low lights sparked in the sun. Her olive skin was soft, youthful. Except for a few crow's feet. She laughed that she couldn't see them, so they didn't exist. At least without her reading glasses. Beth was like that. She just didn't care. Sure she dental flosses a few times a day, enjoys a Soho look but beyond that, hey it's just superficial stuff.
"As you like it," she used to say, mocking Shakespeare.
"It is what it is," Tara said.
"She makes me laugh at my silliness," Tara giggled.
But it was more than that. The letting go was instantaneous now, a few days for the release to get through the portal. The notion of the circular time is about all things are past and forward and cycling. In a higher self. Another dimension. A state of consciousness. More joy than one could imagine.
She was quoted often to say she was in the best place in her life. Anxiety turns to joy because she wants it. She sees the power in her intention. Troubled people become more conclusively apparent. You make decisions about who to allow in your personal sanctum. You hope things will change for others.
As many have said, "you aren't done yet."
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