I feel — the coming back to something. So true.
The true journey back:
The home within that I rebuild. To take up space to process, to think, to not think. To just exist. So many drawings and dancing and foods and walks and water and sky and leaves. Stillness. Movement. All. All of it. The gifts to myself. And thus to others. The immense generosity of this world. The tenderness. The courage— to not only embrace the pain, the softness, but: the Joy. The terrific terrible terrifying Joy.
Making meaning in the infinite, meaningful loop. That’s all.
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