Very tender lately. The tenderness of being alive. Maybe its the breathwork? Sometimes I really embody the knowing of impermanence. Deep gratitude hand in hand with sadness. Everything is fine. Everything is as it should be. I have both my parents. Still though, the knowing that nothing is guaranteed and ever changing. Time may end and ears may never hear my songs. I may never experience love, that kind that my gut knows exists. The kind Ive tasted but once, briefly.
maybe its the emergence from a long period in the liminal state
of sitting in profound mourning and grief
yet everything is as it should be.