she finds a spot that feels safe…literally…an inch…from the spot I had tried to hold her…
I think I’m here just to be alive. To see it. Hear it. Feel it. All of it. Even when it hurts.
Whom shall I love? “Whichever one needs it most in the moment.” For she or he is the Christface set before me.
How are we to mysteriously surrender to the creative abundance of darkness?