You can feel the uncertainty in the air. Like anything could happen. I make the conscious choice to allow goodness.
Why does “self-conscious” have such a negative connotation? I can’t think of anything more beautiful than being truly aware of oneself. Old words for old paradigms. Renewed meaning, intentionally so.
I can’t shake my relationship with oneness. I have delved into the depths of meaning- where everything makes sense on a cellular level. A new understanding. Beyond words and space. I look towards my death with a loving gaze because homesickness is a symptom of-
There is nothing to fear. Before long we will be back in the arms of an infinity of love- beyond mothers and fathers and sons and daughters- a love unlike anything. And we will laugh from the bellies of our souls at all the things that made us sad. And until that day I will draw from this place the strength of love it requires to be gentle. And I will forget and I will remember. And it’s all okay.
There are no mistakes, only an eternity of potential. We are learning how to love each other and I will always forgive you for the moments you forget how. In the times you forget who you really are.
For now we have the sunshine and the calls of the birds. The beauty of flowers. The heaviness of the air. We have art and music and moments of transcendence. We have grief and trust. We have bodies to adorn and homes to decorate. Friends to be made. Bonds to be built or broken. Delicious food and spices and juicy fruit. The rain and the sun and the endless variety of experience. I stop and I think and I choose to remember— there is nothing more I could ask for.
And here we are.