Scrolling through a list,
for some arbitrary task.
Your name speeds past.
The other names aren't there.
Your label is not your essence.
But it captures it
and pulls out my heart.
Fills my eyes.
Today I stumbled across my moon child ring. It's profoundly impractical and probably doesn't reflect my 46 years on this earthly plane. All this being said, I'm now wearing it with aplomb. It reminds me that I am a mystical child of the moon. I can weather the storm and I will, in time, emerge beautifully.
I decided to read the urban dictionary's perspectives on the meaning of life. (There was nothing on Netflix and I'm avoiding the packing of boxes). I didn't expect to find anything of note there and yet.....
This is a reminder to keep an open mind. Only then will one find pearls of wisdom.
I finally found my way back to The Lake house today. I'd meant to watch it with you but somehow it never happened.
I love its beautiful, slow poetry. Its rolling landscape. The way it feels like an old photograph that connects times and simultaneously captures a moment of it.
It transpires that one of the characters has your name. It's strange because once that name meant nothing to me. Now it means everything. I guess there is a nod towards transience there. No doubt you'd appreciate the symmetry.
And yet, it's still you. Always here. Filling my moments with your absence, as much as you did with your presence.
I'm told to eat healthy food and remain present in this moment. Apparently, this moment is where the miracles occur.
I've just eaten half a pack of cheesy wotsits, completely mindlessly. I also half cleaned the oven tray. Moreover, I don't even like wotsits.
I think the universe might need to work on its conceptualisation of miracles. Either that or lead me to some much improved savoury snacks.
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