The day has blown by in a blizzard...I still feel wobbly and unsure of how to move. If one thing tells me of a sure and solid path, the other... it hurts and hurts hard, to the point of tears in my eyes to not let go, to transcend and, as I say it, to just be.
How fragile everything around us is, and how closely connected, so inexplicably dependent on each other.
There's a new week ahead...a new month of # autumn, when things happen that are meant to happen.
Рубрика: Мысли