hello

I miss bare feet

on every surface

I miss not being afraid of feeling everything

so deeply.

I miss the blur and the not caring and the not knowing or needing to know.

I guess I can remind myself right now

that the knowing is an illusion

and this story is a mystery,

not a secret.

We are uncovering the nature of things as we go

but certainty is not the goal and it never was.

The drums and the guitar strings and the movement of feet on the floor are rhythmic in their own way and they do not need to make sense because they just do, as you and I do.

I have been so tense and curled up all in an effort to not be seen in process

well the jig is up

and I see us all in process now,

there are no outliers.

I just forgot my own name for a little while until I remembered we are the same.

Thank you for holding the candle up to the mirror so I could see my own face again.