Se dice que la miel nunca envejece, siempre es un desastre.
Crueldades casuales atrapados en la miel ámbar
Suddenly. Completely.
Compassion, compassion, the hard edge of acceptance blooms, then softens, like any bed of flowers. Into release.
Morning always rises from the east, brazen and brilliant.
Before that, the world is dirt and bone, difficult and beautiful.
The sky is immense and the silence holds a million candles, still, as ever.
Short piece written after an unexpected reminder about the nature of self-respect, accountability, vulnerability, faith in potential, the fragility of certainty, and, in all ways imaginable, accepting the the rest of it all in a loving way.