A Series of Surrenders

It may look to you like I am sad. I am.

It may look to you like my heart is breaking over and over. It is.

It may look to you that my memory repeats memories of old and tears up at moments that will never be. It does.

But what is it you do not see?

The invisible part of me, my soul, is in a fertile field of growth.

As I lean into new lessons in love my soul is stretching and expanding.

To miss so fully, to grieve so deeply is a testament to the love that began many moons ago.

The love that never dies. The love that delivers new layers of lessons.

So to you it may look like I am stuck. I am not. I am expanding.

Make space and look for layers you cannot see, for in the invisible is the magic.