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I don’t have any idea where to start.

I’m saddened and shaken tonight by a story that is not mine to tell. I am also awed by the human spirit which seems to fight on its own behalf for its own survival. Not the survival of the human body to which it’s tethered, but the survival of spirit itself. Driving us always toward light, love, and hope. Through anything and everything, never giving up on us, or giving us up, even when we might choose to do so if the choice were left entirely to us.

Tonight is a night when I wish there was someone here for me to hold. I want to be gentle and vulnerable. I want to open my heart and let its contents wash over someone. I wonder if there is a way to have that person be me.

The truth is, I don’t love myself enough and yet, I love myself enough.

I am grateful for what I carry inside me. I am grateful for the relationship, new and tenuous as it mostly feels, that I do have with me. It can be better, yes, but it could also be worse.