We currently have no choice but to experience freedom from an imprisoned situation. It’s interesting to watch us fight this and see so many rebel against the idea of just simply going home. Clingling to what was and denying what is only delays what is to come. I know a lot of us are afraid. On top of that our plans are wrecked. Our efforts dismissed. It’s difficult to accept that we are not fully in control. To admit that some shit (a lot of it) is just bigger than we are. But there is relief in giving up the struggle to keep it all upright. Knowing when to fold ‘em. Learning to let things outside of ourselves fall apart without crumbling inside as well. Becoming open to seeing what we can live without. Accepting that things will never be the same. We still have each other though. We still have this big beautiful rock we live on. Spring is deaf to what we are experiencing. If you feel in need of some hope or fuck, a miracle.. head outside. Everything is in bloom.
Day 73: Yogurt, spinach, avocado & smoked trout on wheat + everything but the bagel. Fruit back up.