love letter to life

I love how 

the wind brushes against my skin and tangles into my hair. rain puddles collect the sky, allowing me to dance in clouds as I rush in. the moon glows, sometimes while cloaked in mystery, sometimes not. dandelions bloom in unexpected places. the ocean greets me as I step into her slam and embrace. trees feel into the wild wind while staying rooted. the road opens to sky and the sky opens to more sky. 

I love how

there's comfort in his arms as years have collected into decades. he has always honored my spirit and wings. even though there will never ever be enough time, there is always this moment, and this moment with him glows. we opened ourselves to three new humans who have found their own paths, who shine with their own sparks, who make us laugh and expand and know gratitude each day.  

I love how 

sitting in my parents' backyard with the whole family in chill movement feels as natural and healing as breathing. all childhood paths, from tunneling through wild grass and climbing trees to navigating religious complexity, have led me here. I know and am known.   

I love how 

I've had friends who walk with me hand in hand through muddy rivers and others who have woven flowers into my hair during the brightest of days. moments with strangers have added themselves into my heart's alter – the woman who spoke of the moon as we crossed paths at the lake, the man at the paint counter who told me about his meditation practice and gave words of strength, the one who feared his art due to how it manifested during addiction yet it was always going to be his path home to himself. 

I love how this barely even touches on it all.  
I love how there's so much.
I love how there's so, so, so much. 

I love how wonder pushes up like springtime blooms, or surprise storms, or a night full of glitter. I love how as long as there's a breath left, there's more.