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 . . .
Dreaming.
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.
