
4 years agoLittle by little life opens its arms again, the birds still fly and sing (do they need a reason?), the mountains still seem immutable and steadfast as life's roots break them down over time. And you are still there. Your friends wish you well and some may not dare to tell you that you have the right to start welcoming grief as you would an old friend in his favorite flannel shirt. We are made of love.
4 years agoThis resonated β¦ learning to embrace and love the middle of the bed πππ
