I’m listening to Zach Bryan.
Sometimes I wonder if I’ll end up returning to my grocery store roots, due to the simplicity of it all. Or bookstore shelves and handing bags of dreams across the counter and smiling. The smell of coffee…. Casi Cielo season.
Another trip around the Sun.
A simple beautiful story. Nothing extraordinary. Everything extraordinary. Glorious contradictions. The story of a human life.
A simple life. A person I can be proud of, while also being real and human.
All of it.
One mile no matter what. No matter how cold, how hot, how wet, how tired.
Sometimes a human is a vessel that can hold tremendous amounts of suffering. They can hold more than it appears. We are all just walking around filled with ashes of our burned and dead things, and trying to still smile and function for our why’s.
The only bad thing you’ve ever done was to see the good in me. That’s a sad lyric.
Covid in the rear view and also not, step on those lantern bugs, lions and tigers and masks and then there’s my past. A beast and demon I can never seem to get past.
So I sit and feed the monster all my parts. It stands over me smiling eating my heart.
Now that’s dark.
And there’s light too, and there’s always room.
All I need to do is write and walk.
It’s my life and my story and it’s big and beautiful and light and dark.
Unbroken
Remember that movie where his strength of mind carried his body through horrors.
Some humans have so much pain to hold.
Sometimes it’s too much to take.
All you can do is rest….
See I separated there. You can see the crack, feel the tear.
Try another day and time to do the repair….
All my love,
C