sky and sea

“In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.” ~ Buddha

Another streak of light past my heart, reminding me to stay alive. Breathe in, breathe out. Respect the process. Keep meandering, and know that life will take me where I need to go. Continue to love fully, laugh heartily, shout to the heavens and feel everything pulse through me and out my fingertips. Be thankful for the gifts of friends. Be thankful for the sweet words even when the timing is off. Just be.

After putting my thoughts out on virtual paper, I did not feel the loss when I arrived at my destination. I had been liberated by my own writing. No nostalgia for family times gone past. Freed by a good friendship and savored by the people who see me for all that I am and love me anyhow. Smiling as I stared up into the sky, rain on my cheeks and dog pulling me down the street, I can and will only be the one woman that I am.

I love to watch the sky in all its iterations. I love to put on my old green Docs and jeans and a big black hoodie and go muck around in the puddles. Today I saw my favorite reaction – the closed eyes – to the truffles I made. To give someone joy is a gift in itself. To connect and to articulate what is inside is all I ever seek, to be around those who love freely, give unquestioningly, dance without inhibition, laugh uproariously, live with ferocity.


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