Living in a flawed space is an admission of truth, I have found. It is a laying down of the weapons-rather than the running against the wall and screaming the injustice of the ”could have should have” state of things, I find myself empty handed. I used to be always fighting. I used to be always stirring up a coup to overthrow everything that kept my idea of perfection from being delivered. But it’s here in this light of more reality and honesty and open handed welcoming of things JUST AS THEY ARE, that I am discovering myself. And you. And them. And every morning. Road. Person. Bite. Drink. Room. Word.
Such a sense of open, running and textured living……. to make mistakes and be undeservedly forgiven. To bend over backwards and never be thanked. It doesn’t line up and it never will and it is in the space of misalignment that I find GOD and the parts of myself and others that are so much more than human.
