Take a moment to think about you. This is a journey for yourself and sometimes with the help of others, but remember in the end it is just you. We are individuals, walking our own individual path.
Your hand that fits mine leaves a memory mark when I run this land. Briars, brambles, the dark stain of stolen fruit, a smile, evening sun on the slow, slow eloquent river.
How we take all the moments and shape them into our lives. How there is nothing to do, in the end, but bless all that brings us here, to this right now.
Sometimes things hurt so much they stop hurting. A dull and present ache. A pain you didn’t know existed but eventually, it seeps into your skin, becomes a part of you. A pain waiting to be discovered.