A friend’s father is visiting from Columbus (there’s been quite the crossover from Ohio over the past couple of weeks that feels a bit like an open portal). He expressed the simplest words on my rooftop Christmas day that have replayed in my mind again and again– ‘I can see why you’re here.’
I released so much for this life, like a tree shedding its leaves for a season. And while my branches may appear bare in comparison to the days of before, to have recognition of what magic stirs beneath the surface felt like a treasured gift of support. …words I didn’t even realize I needed to hear.
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