Tiniest of homes…
Pondering, breathing, witnessing, dreaming, mental fragmentation.
As cozy as it can be, I am glad to be leaving these
Sitting in the unknown is not new to me. Today however, the unknown has left me with a heavy sadness in my heart. I may have lost a dear old friend… The mysteries of life torment my mind while my heart beats on with stubborn hope.
Watching the crow soar, I laugh through my tears.
I saw the first crocus’s of the season today. I also held a sweet honey bee in the palm of my hand. I was so overwhelmed with sweetness. To hold such a delicate creature was almost unbearable. My heart was breaking in the best way possible. I felt such love for the tiniest one. Spring is stirring and I already can’t handle it.
Oh my heart.
I want to pause, give thanks to the winter. What a winter it was.
Slow, quiet, and reflective.
As one season melts into the next, I sit and wonder what will unfold for me. I can dream and wish but ultimately I must breathe and experience – welcoming what comes. Such a life this existence. Such a mysteriously rich and heartbreakingly beautiful existence.
I soften and dream into being.