First, you must befriend the urge to resist. Let the stillness of sound wash over you, your skin saturated by the timeless echo of slow moving minutes. You must let the memories come. The ex lovers, the please forgive me flowers, the lingering connection with another that still reverberates inside of you. Your unwavering belief in that truth.
And are we crying only for what we’ve lost? Or could it also be for the profound dimensions of what we didn’t know we could ever become? All those things that we secretly already were.
The mélange of books sitting quietly on a black wooden bookshelf given to you by someone who replaced it with another, and the yellow spray roses now silently beginning to wilt, resting patient in the cranberry glass vases that used to be your grandmother’s.
Remember that there will come to be more people in this life who will freely give you things-like love, time, kindness and laughter. They too will feel gratitude in being able to give them to you. And in your being able to receive them. Notice.
Move into your relationship with your aloneness as something to be revered rather than run from. A different kind of closeness.
And so you soften into this casual authenticity, this feeling that the very experience of it all, feels more lived in than out of place.
“We rise in feathers and wax, child.” ~Vicktor Taiwo