Stand.
Balance.
Today, started and ended well. My day was full, busy, times of fury which led me to rally at work like I used to. That felt good. Good, as in "Yes, I just fixed a potential nightmare and did so in 4 inch heels".
Inhale
Exhale
Really breathing, for weeks I have been taking shallow, erratic breaths, never feeling like my lungs were full. Slowly gaining stability will pay off in the end. My impulsive nature will continue to get the best of me some days but I will prevail. It's just what I do.
Speaking with a dear friend tonight always gives me an amazing fulfillment that I know for a very long time was clearly missing from my life. Today for so much of the day I did not feel 'alone'. Which I have to take note is; I did not need a boy to obtain this feeling. (Leslie, remember the lesson you learned today)
My dear friend is also in a major transition in her life. Which I will keep our conversation placed safely within. I will instead leave this post with a poem from Pablo Neruda.
This is for you Laurel...
The Light Wraps You
The light wraps you in its moral flame
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twilight
that revolves around youSpeechless my friend,
alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead
and filled with the lives of fire,
pure heir ruined day.
A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment.
The great roots of night
grow suddenly from your soul,
and the things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue pallid people,
your newly born, takes nourishment.
Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave
of the circle that moves in turn through the black and gold
rise, lead and possess creation
so rich in life that its flowers perish, and it is full of sadness.
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