kintsugi
everything is exhausting, in such a very delicious way.
{it hurts.} the rain that beats down on the brand new, budding petals
give it a matter or days, less than a week - and you will see how they still Bloom.
Watch how they find a way to survive.
This is me
This is you.
more often than not, these days, I have faith it could all be fine.
somehow. Somehow we get by.
sometimes I give in and worry the world is burning alive. {and maybe it is..}
but then a coworker brings beautiful flowers in from her garden
and cuts them before sitting them in a glass on the counter
and All feels oddly hopeful for a while longer.
everyday will present its own set of challenges - I still get out of the new comfy bed
I’ll always make a True effort to try.
There is still Love Galore!
even if tonight I leave on reserve for a good, long cry.
even if I must accept what asks of me to say Goodbye.
I trust I am finding more of my future life
~ALIGNMENT EVERYWHERE~
Life is full. Fuller than this time, just a year before.
There is a new set of hands to safely hold.
Gentler than hands ~ I’ve ever had the privilege to hold in mine.
and a heart more kindred ~ than I’ve ever truly known.
Nothing drains me dry except for the passing of the time- now that there is more joy than I could ever fathomed to know.
Nothing passes like the passing of time - when you’re finally giving permission for yourself to have the time of your life.
Thank Goodness I didn’t forfeit my right to let my heart continue to live a passionate life.
Love can be the death of me.
I’m sure of it.
Like I’ve never been sure of anything else in my life.
Love will be the death of me
and I promise not to be afraid this time.
The windshield is becoming bigger than the back window..
I miss what is lost and long gone, only seldomly,
but I love what is growing around the holes your bombs made in me.
This time next year,
I imagine you won’t be able to notice them at all.
I find a way to mend it back up.
in tears and sweat and gold.
maybe it can be Better
this way.
