Always Coming Home

Lots of people walk away, together and apart. I sit alone and watch. Feeling glad, as a combination of grateful and sad. Rivers make valleys. Valleys make mountains even higher, creating space from them.

This is a good moment, saying hello to the shell my new family has made. It’s an empty shell now, but emptiness is full in it’s own way. I call my empty shells gratitude. They are beautiful.

The gift now is this. It doesn’t have to be anything. It already is.



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