Smiling . . . on the edge of tears,

laughing, in our losses,

moving through our grief ~ and walking,

with our nonsense.


Singing through our senses ~ keeping company

 with meaning.

   Exploring curiosity and playfulness . . .



Looking out with fresh eyes ~ and listening,

 through the body.

Letting out ~ what asks for air  

 just being with . . . something.


Knowing that we have a voice and standing up

 with kindness,

allowing what we cannot see to educate

our blindness, in the face of life,

that feeds us

and will nourish us to open up new pages, 

 Breathing though our fear

of fear.


Living through our changes.