bitter:sweet

all of the people in my life know how to be honest. how to look Within.
(what a relief - to coexist in the peace of our honesty)
we may not always get it right but we know
that even in the moments we are ‘failing’
we are learning. we are leaving. we are Living.
and we have so much love to share - so much sticky, sweet love!

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it’s 2 hours ‘til noon and the air coming from my bedroom window blows mild and (?)warm.
the chill is gone and my bones trust that it is safe for me to relax.
the birds waking me up, well before I am ready, is a calling.
nowadays, I listen -
even if drenched in grief.
even if drenched in Spring’s sunshine rays.

I get up, make the bed, pour over the slow coffee,
open all of the windows, love on the cats,
the whole time breathing steady from the center of my chest.

is it gone for good?
the freeze? the fear? the forgotten past

so much is resetting. reviving. rebuilding itself.
it feels good to be right on cue with nature.
a new season of life has begun. in too many ways to count.
already unfurling her leaves, whether prepared or not.
this time I am tenacious. wiser. softer.
more committed to the purpose than ever.
soon, I will be blooming with all the wilted roses in my very own garden

it all feels so bitter

but oh my god, it is all so sweet!!!

*for the blooming*