Day 216

August 3, 2022

18 years ago Cynthia Stowe left this world

Today I could express the level of vulnerability I feel because I feel as though my heart were entirely open to  touching others' hearts; open to meeting love straight on.

Throughout this week I have been touched my  many of those who I have loved over the years.  Sunday's visit at the Toleno house filled me up,  reminded me of my own capacity to hold love that I am given.  

I spent the day with Annie and we talked about my enormous sense that the world is fragile.   

This morning I awoke to tenderness and love and memories of loss.  I am entirely open to that tenderness and love and extremely aware of how easy it is to lose someone.  This past week I have sat in Ember and Karen's little  paradise and I have processed the incredible life I have been allowed to live.  I have received wonderful gifts, and I have felt true trauma,  true weighted sadness from losing far too many people through the years.   And yet I was blessed with the ability to see beauty where ever I go.  I search it out.  I try to live with the balance of the two.

Life is fragile and hummingbirds exist.   There is resilience, and I have storage tanks full of it.