The occasion, the journey, the revelations.
The weight I shared, unthinking of how heavy it would be all at once.
It has settled into me slowly for years now.
What would it be like to receive it in an afternoon, a moment, a sentence?
The desire for truth to not be true sometimes almost makes it so.
Maybe if I wished a little harder? Beggars and horses.
The cat is out of the bag, and neither will truth go back in, or pretend to be otherwise.
So my attention turns ... to travel! To adventure. To inviting ourselves where we want to be. To a girl party! says Flora, whose birthday gift it is.
We go, we go, to Ohio!