So often I feel it easier to connect to my emotions and communicate through colors and sounds. I see myself and hear myself so much mor clearly in them. I experience so much more than I know there are words for.
At least when I do find the words… they anchor me… I suppose the beauty in this dynamic is there are times I don’t need or want to be anchored either.
Starting to feel that nothing in life is as glamorous as we think it should be, it’s we who bring that. Not the , the event itself. Once we realize it is us that brings it to the situation and our way of being in it, that thing no longer has power over us and it will simply be all it needs to be because we have arrived. Because we are there.
I always see the night more clearly through salt stained eyes.. a sphere of exasperation envelopes me and yet it helps me breathe.