Balance of All Things.

New year, new season, and 2 decades later.

I’m still trying to figure myself out. Trying to understand the value of loss.

I had a dream about my inner child. A thing in my entire existence (as of lately) to seek for. Pondering where he has gone off to. Why he won’t speak to me when I ask him.

“Where is my soul - the relative to my spirit.”

But this morning, with puppy eyes, I too, felt that never bandaged wound between us… in us.

We didn’t talk much… But we don’t have to.

I gestured my arms out again and he came in for the hug…

A very much needed start.

The balance of all things.

I am ready to listen to the universe again.

Origins can occur at any moment.

If I learned one thing that is beyond, greater than change, forever permanent, surpassing letting go and moving on.

It is the missing.

And we, I, have to accept it as it is. Because that is the art of living a life.

Forever constant, how we could of done it better… “always with love.”

Can we thought?… Can love outlast the missing?…

The greatest love story is enemies to lovers.

yeah, enemies to lovers… between myself and I, no?

Lately, everything I’ve been watching, reading, (forgetting the signs) as easy as it gets (whatever that means to you)

“Don’t look back.”

And it’s taken me, new year’s, so many seasons, and like decades of my friends telling me so.

Don’t look back.

As much as we want to. As much as we do. Don’t. Look. Back.
(Easier said than done. And if it’s hard. I am here for you! It’s true!)

To organized chaos… or at least an attempt at it…

I am living my greatest fear - losing my loved ones.

“Seeing the end from the beginning.”

But what is infinite.

Long story, never short.

Happy Birthday Mom.