The Weight
Ya know that weight - the one The Band sings about? I’m feeling it right now, though not directly, just all around me in the busy holiday season, in the frigid winter weather, in the death of a friend’s father, in the frustrations of another friend, in the fear of my fellow Americans, in the difficulty I’m having with keeping my heart open and staying alive in the sacred space of gatherings and genuine conversations, of funerals and warm fires, of the amazing opportunity each morning presents to slip into a poetic space with you, where the only thing needing to make sense is the infinite possibility of our being and the very weightlessness of our souls.
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