Another Cusp

Looking down the barrel of winter feels daunting, so I am starting my preparation now with the practice of letting go. While forgiveness means giving up the hope that the past could have been any different, I'm trying to apply that to the future. A pre-forgiveness tour, if you will, which I imagine looks like one of Cher's farewell tours only it's me in the headdress and I'm alone in my apartment.

The cyclical nature of this thing is numbing and jarring at once. There is both so much noise and so much silence. But I hope you know that these words mean that I'm still humming over here, and you reading them means that you are, too. And for that, I am so thankful.