Taking a little break from #reverb12 and #cultivate12 to remember ...
I don’t have to say anything. You already know. You are watching just like you promised. You are inside and outside, you are in the frosted first morning breath and the balmy pulse of evening candles.
You protect us in all the obvious ways—car crashes, cancer cells, collapses of mind and body—and in ways unexpected. You forge ahead in the darkness, you unlock doors and unravel knots, you send homing pigeons back with urgent messages and you leave peanut butter & jelly sandwiches wrapped in wax in strategic places along the way.
We hid outside in the rain and smoked cigarettes and you told me you would do all this, but I did not, could not, know what you meant. I spent the last 10 years figuring it out, and when I try to find a way to thank you now, I come up empty handed. So what I do is this: I go to yoga. I arch up and back in warrior 1 and I imagine if I reach high enough, my fingertips might just brush against yours.