Moments fade into the routine of familiarity.
Days pass with the idea that the close is only temporary.
Hope brings the language of a different landing beyond what’s been the same.
Circling the layers of our intimacy and the unscripted possibilities in the foreign.
One side with known weather and the other implying climate that can’t be verified.
The here, the there and some over there talking about leaving the old for the new.
Working to find footing while looking forward and glancing back.
Slowly moving closer towards the uncomfortable from places that are uncomfortable.
While anxiety carves out space within the hope of this and that.
And pending whispers that it might just be hiding some thorns too.
Because clips don’t always inform and we don’t always write down what we should anyways.
Like where strength stays dancing beyond our awareness.
Or where durability isn’t our best tune but it still plays specifically for us.
Or where resilience stands unnoticed whenever storms swirl and emotions flow.
Or where steady looks unsteady in the weeds that grow wildly.
Or where not sure is a slow crawl and hardiness has the same moves.
And even where riding with fear will never be a waste of time for support.
Because a shoddy documentary on a garden and its gardener is still a story about chips and scratches that have been navigated.
Is familiar going together with hard and unfamiliar walking hand and hand with it too.
Is memories that don’t care how we are and us caring about memories.
Is blue as the magic in the sky and feelings that never seem to run out of blue paint.
Is loneliness in crowded rooms and crowds that can’t solve loneliness either.
And is happiness that meets us and happiness that calls for us to meet it.
Moments fade into the routine of familiarity, but while that intimacy might have some answers, what’s big needs what’s little too.
Days pass with the idea that the close is only temporary because change is looking out for the blind spots up and down our way.
Hope brings the language of a different landing beyond what’s been the same, but that never meant that love couldn’t be found in what we have stayed in.
Our homes hold the memories that they do, but for the journeys, those memories give the illusion that strength wasn’t also standing in the room.
Which is why a particular word supports us in the heaviness of the familiar, the unfamiliar and the confusion of the spaces in between.
Have the best day, POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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