once I get you up there
Where the air is rarefied
We'll just glide
Starry-eyed
I've been silently writing for months. Every single day since this year began. My movements have shifted, my colors have grown and my voice has changed in both rhythm and tone. Dare I say the melody of my song is even different? Maybe. Maybe not.
Grandma died today. I held her hand long before she left and 13 minutes after her death was confirmed. I felt honored to be the one holding her hand while she transitioned and I wondered and still do if it's weird that I continued to hold her hand after we already knew without a doubt that she was gone.
Cue all the existential everything...as if I haven't already lived in that place for the past few years.
The messages I've walked away with:
- Be more active and do all the physical things you want. You're still so very young, challenge and use your body in ways you never have.
- reminder: you're so capable of carrying heavy things and making them lighter; don't forget you're carrying them. Purge always.
- Your emotional spectrum and empathy are two of your greatest gifts. Step into your full self and actively live as a healer.
