Getting Past No, Arriving At Yes
I thought of leaving, grabbing my mat, and slinking out, telling the teacher later that I got a sudden case of the stomach flu, leprosy or the realization that I was supposed to be at a meeting.
I thought of leaving, grabbing my mat, and slinking out, telling the teacher later that I got a sudden case of the stomach flu, leprosy or the realization that I was supposed to be at a meeting.
The world as it really is – mysterious, intriguing, wild and alive.
Whatever we go through, whatever we suffer or lose, we will still be ourselves, just more so.
How miniature my heartbeat, and at the same time,
how loud the cacophony of hope and fear.
Sure, I love them fiercely, but I know what I have to do: let them live their own lives.
This is all to say that there’s no place that’s not an intersection. No place that’s not edge, no time that’s not all times.
This pause in the day, this slow moving, eventually galloping to 35 mph to flow down the hill and into the valley that leads to the parking garage, is actually a vital opportunity to love my life.
Believe this now, / stop doubting that because it’s not
what you wanted, what you expected, / it’s not beauty.
I transfer money. I worry that the depression might not pass easily, and what if I’ve done the wrong thing in encouraging them to pursue their dreams?
There is a song
made of wind and forest.
There is a body, my body,
fragile as music or time.