Monday’s are my early days, I rise at 5am to a series of sun salutations to welcome the rising sun. I held a heavy heart when I went to bed last night and felt that heaviness arise within me upon waking. It was as if everyone knew I was awake as early as I was today because the messages of the hearts that enrich my soul begun before the sun was fully in the sky.
One voice was shaky, sad, displaced.
The other voice was vibrant, fluttering, effervescent.
Both of these voices felt like home, they were the voices I heard when my heart broke a million times and the hands that stroked my hair into peace. They were the voices that echoed the love of my nana when I would forget the sound of her voice and reinforce the laughter of my brothers when I felt anxiety.
One was a life changing loss, one was a life changing gain.
My cup of emotions swished like waves as I thought of each one, I cried two different types of tears while fiddling with my camera focus at work.
A tragic tale of losing someone you love, the unexpectedness of the loss- the unpreparedness of it all. The rush of realization and guilt, there could have been something more to do to prevent this. Then the humanity of yourself coming to life, the difference between being a dog daughter and to thinking of when you’d have a daughter of your own flesh.
Matched alongside this bit of sorrow is a bit of life. An air lifting you up from underneath you. A life changing experience for someone whose passion has changed the way you see life itself. Never in life has someone been more deserving. A moment that literally can alter the place you are now and the next 17 steps of your life path. When childhood dissipates because you no longer wish for anything other than your adult reality.
My best friends, both halves of a moon. One being kissed by the sun, the other shivering amongst the darkness of the universe.
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