It has been a long year. My heart has ached and stretched and I’ve often pictured it shrinking and expanding with long, drawn out beats. Your husband isn’t supposed to be so far away, I mean, it’s not what you grow up picturing in your innocent little mind but sometimes it happens. It has happened. And really, it’s okay. It’s okay because it’s worth it. It’s okay because I learn from it, I draw from it; I grow stronger.
I browse pictures and am instantly drawn to those who say keep me company or I’m alone but loved and everything is so beautiful; it hurts because I think that’s life. We want beauty, to be loved and know ourselves as what we really are. And there has to be pain, if there wasn’t, we wouldn’t understand joy/enlightenment/ecstasy.