I have been gone for a while.
All I have to offer is my own vulnerability.
To be transparent to the transcendence….
I realized I have been mourning the loss of something I never had. What freedom!
So, I begin again.
It’s nice to notice that the space in between the sadness actually feels peaceful.
I wonder if coming home takes forever. Or am I always home?
It may go without saying, but let me say it anyway…I’m musing.
I have been gone yet I have been resting…listening.
Each day I get to choose what I say yes to.
It’s a beautiful day.
