The theme is lingering with me. I have been thinking about what little things we lose every day, parts of ourselves, how we fade into disolution unless we constatly find the courage to stride forward, to embrace love, to be embraced.
I stood in the mausoleum on saturday night before the burn, writing a message to my father, gone these many years. weeping openly and unashamedly. and though no one said anything to me, i could feel the understanding, the support. i want to remember that feeling, to carry it with me in everything that i do.
i want to be free.