we were talking about the new year last night, as people do on new year’s eve and we both acknowledged and agreed fully that it’s just another day. every day is, though every day a new beginning; every moment a new beginning.
what i continue to learn is that no matter what transformations i go through, no matter how difficult a thing i conquer, no matter how deeply i learn to love and let go, here i am. i still see with the same eyes, hear with the same ears, speak with the same voice. my hands don’t change, my face doesn’t change. not until i look back, over a lifetime of infinite moments and intangible evolution.
i am a flower in bloom, and as petals grow forth from the center they eventually reach the outer rim, and fall silently to the ground. new ones push forward, through heartache and joy, through certainty and doubt, through winter and spring, through breath and through song.
we live here and we live now. there is no other life.
