each month that passes, the more the little things matter and the less does everything else.
I am alive.
I am here.
deep breaths heal.
the moon won’t leave me.
late dusk wraps me in the gentlest hug.
rain, wind, cold on my face keep me alive.
the ground beneath my feet won’t move, holds me.
miles are walked one step at a time.
many-miles are walked one mile at a time.
I’ll always be home under the stars.
this world is ceaselessly & vibrantly beautiful, if I’ll open my eyes to it.
home —— to learn to garden the steadiness of my own heart, to know in the face of all blinding uncertainty I’ll carry these truths and steadinesses every step of my way, to choose as a way of life to see the overwhelming beauty in every season be it gentle or joyful or heavy as hell.
if home is where the heart is, it might first be within your own chest. close your eyes, feel your pulse. let yourself be human.
close your eyes, open your eyes to the unending beauty this life wraps you in through goodness and heaviness alike.
know your birthright and home under these stars.
orient, reorient your heart daily toward what matters most.
one small step at a time. you’ll be ok.
the ground is still steady, has held you faithfully through every difficulty and yet will on your path.
let the wind, rain, cold on your face keep your heart young & your laughter vibrant.
dusk hugs you goodnight, let her hug you.
the moon will never leave you.
breathe. let go and breathe, sweet friend.
you are here.
you are, wildly and beautifully, alive.