Love is nothing but an endless series of questions, a sharp set of teeth in your valves, and an undying devotion to being awake because sleep is rendered useless. Love is everything including the very slowness of minutes when you await affection, the unbearable desire of wanting to fit yourself ...
What have you identified as or with for so long that you have worn yourself silly? I have tugged up Yoga tops, closed the collars of shirts, and only ever worn bathing suits that cover my chest -- except on the rare occasions when I am with my women friends or sisters with whom I swim naked or ...
I did not engage in this practice to prove something to myself or anyone else. I was not interested in flexing my spiriĀtual muscles. I did it for Jenny. My willingness to stay present through this process was an act of devotion. By leaning into the horror and yielding to the sorrow, by ...