“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…