Around me - everyone is talking. Everyone has something to share...to show...to say.
I seek refuge....quiet....peaceful silence.
I hear what the words. I feel the feelings. I've cried my bitter tears - too.
I have nothing more to add.
I want it to go away.
I want to wake to a new beginning....but this is the beginning I have.
I resist. I pretend. I always imagine.
I don't want to be here. And - here I am.
I'm beyond comfort.
This is what I do. This is who I am.
My art and my life. My life and my art. All one.
What can I offer that might help and heal?
My years of practice have taught me to sit with this discomfort.
To feel. To suspend judgement.
To watch. To wait. To silently observe.
To open my heart and with it - my mind.
Always - to listen.
And this morning - the sun rose over the mountains. One whole hour earlier than it did last week.
In that moment - I found myself momentarily grateful.
For the light.
For the gift of these last of the geese - still - in flight.
For the promise of this new day to come.
For the magic.
Always - for this.