1. A pink morning sky bleeding into the day, ripening right under my eyes. The beauty we miss when sleeping.
2. You can’t fall out of love. The memory of everything and everyone you’ve ever loved and will love is imprinted in you like an old scar, or the textures of an old ancient song.
3. My cheeks hurt from so much smiling, corners of my lips lifting upwards with belonging. Heart oozing with love.
4. I hold a young girl in my arms through grief, palms absorbing, familiar to the weight of it, a life of intimacy with darkness. I promise her there’s a gift within wounding.
5. The Peace of Wild Things by Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world,
and am free.
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