This Wake

When the veil of pain finally lifts, life takes on a reborn quality. Pain as both noose and teacher.

It blazes and separates.
It schools a certain softness and empathy.

Happiness used to be stolen – a certain slant of light every 9th day in winter – an occasional trip to the ocean's edge – the unexpected gift as proof you are seen and beloved. After crippling soreness and agony, a sense of becoming fully alive rises with fire and balance. Restoration. And in this wake, happiness. Happiness for being alive. Happiness for the freedom of heart.

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Night gives way to dark rains and biting wind. The sun is blocked today, so I will operate in the world without shadow. Holiday plans unfold – homecomings.

Windows now instead of mirrors. Do you know the shape of your soul? Mine has the shape of peace and with this clarity, I accept no substitute. How can I do otherwise and live in freedom? What is boundless includes all and therein lies true happiness.

There is no need to take anything more from me because everything is already given.

Cold rain – hot tea – I am alive for this.