in my writing with Jane, I find myself with the mottled sky of blue and pink,
and the changing of the tides. When I
Perhaps, that is where I am today. I feel well, and in that, I feel sad. There is no story to the sadness. I think today I might touch the tears that have been glacially held for awhile. Perhaps the warmth of yesterday allowed a thaw, or the feeling well is allowing a space to feel sadness, just that, sadness, or perhaps, it is wholeness, that I feel, sadness and joy at the same time, the place of deepest feeling. Perhaps, I touch there today, and there, for me, there are no words. I am feeling today, just that, peace, and tears held like fog in suspension, enclosing a place to be.
The Chinese New Year approaches, a celebration of new moon to full, of abundance, family, connection. Fifteen days to celebrate the coming of the New Year. I like that. It fits my mood. We need more than one.