Stardate 10191.5
(A Difficult Space)
How do I hold this difficult space without running without doing without any motion like a mirror like the glass in God’s eye reflecting back to me the green pines the impossibly blue skies and the orange pine needles scattered everywhere? A prick of the pinecone draws blood. I am alive. I AM ALIVE! What does this mean? I wait uncertain holding such a difficult space learning to love everything the loneliness my anger the shame my grief this power my tiny flame. What am I to do with all this love?
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