Today was space
to breathe and think.
of these things which hold me.
To grab hold of community with both hands, and say ‘please help. I can’t do this alone.’
and from that came words of grace. A wrestling with forgiveness, a clarification of God’s nudging in my spirit.
and from that came tears. Trickling slowly down my cheeks as I tried to speak of the hard things. The confusing things. The wearisome things.
and from that came peace. A way forward. movement. choices.
laughter. conversation. love. belonging.
and somewhere along the path is freedom.