I’m just a girl. Right? Aren’t we all just girls and boys?
Here we are standing at the edge of a whole new world, together.
And although we fight and remain stuck in our identities as caretakers and protectors and lovers and parents, if we look just above, we will see all of us holding hands, bravely facing one of the most beautiful beginnings together.
Because we’re all just girls and boys here in these bodies, with parents and friends and frenemies and beloved ones and lovers, spinning us in circles, tying us in knots over what is no longer real, but has affected us just the same.
Here we are in our bodies wrapped like mummies in the coal mine dark miasma of our pain and our ancestors.
Here we are sunk by our own thoughts, the ones that tell us we’re not good enough.
Here we are shoulder to shoulder craving a better view, completely lost to the solid comfort of life together, trying to erase the fears that leaked down into our hearts when we were looking somewhere else, not quite able to believe yet that when we do look up, that is us.
All of us. You, me, that guy over there who is certain he doesn’t get nature, the woman who keeps missing the bus.
Here we are together just up there.
While down here we’re caught on heavy strings, because even though they are just as invisible, we feel the weight more easily than we feel the light, the buoyancy of our higher connections.
Here is me in my body walking just far enough to sing a clear note. Here is me in my body stopping every few steps to write another lyric. Here is me in my body flowing with the power of love even as the crows caw mercilessly.
Here is me wondering why I ever believed a merciless person would arrive one day with grace.
And there we are, just above, graceful as we’ll ever be. Patiently waiting for each of us to look up and believe what we see, gently encouraging and supporting us along the way.
Never knowing true peace in life, it feels impossible to believe its real, never mind possible.
Never knowing true buoyancy in our bodies, we seek what feels real rather than what could be beyond these hurts.
Not trusting yet that it takes one truly loving moment, beyond what human love can bring, to open us up to that curiosity like floss between our teeth, that instinct that knowing and craving that never leaves us.
Even when we have spent years wandering without that desire up front in our minds and hearts.
What is lost will be found and what is promised will be delivered.
If we ever feel alone or in need, walk with us, loves. Take a moment to breathe inspiration into the deepest fingers of our lungs. Let’s make ourselves proud.