The glimpse of falling into nothing. Not feeling. Not doing. Not being. Letting the tide of otherness carry me through. And each time, stepping away from that edge to endure the pain, to give breath to another option, another try at a different kind of living, to choose continuously; me.
I feel as though I am in the midst of this now and all I want to do is process it as quickly as possible to get past it. Learn the lesson and get it out of the way. The alternative is/has been so painful. Thank you for this reminder that time is its own gift and just as the tree grew to its might, so the lightning did as well.
On Dec 23, 2025 Eva wrote on Who Is The One That Counts?, by Theodore Roosevelt: