“Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
-Alfred Lord Tennyson
1. I know it hurts. I know it feels Overwhelming, right here, this year, that storm, this virus, your heart, past love, tomorrows horizon.
I remember the woods. The cold concrete floors. The bear. The deer. The mountain lion.
2. This is where I learned how to read.
3. Everyone has a childhood. Everyone has something they get over.
Remember you can remain solid and still grow, still change. You can move in and out from this. It’s a dance,
There’s room for you to grow into yourself. Light shines brighter in the dark.
Look back, see how far you’ve come. Only compare yourself to yourself.
It’s quiet, in the mornings…
I think about the time we danced in the kitchen, drinking coffee…
I think about all that I’ve seen
How everything is temporary,
We can’t go back
We’ve seen too much
Felt so much
We will never be the same
And that’s ok
We will never be right here again
Let yourself be here
Let yourself grow