Moon crescents, the sound of rain, the smell of jasmine flower, the glow of lamps, the hum of conversations in restaurants, the flatness of water in a bay, and saltwater on my skin and a photo asked for of snowflakes
Some moments don’t ask to be explained. They gather quietly— light, scent, sound— and stay because they were felt, not named. When attention lives in details like these, even silence feels inhabited and this is how presence remembers itself.
Do not worry about your tears. They are your ocean. A release. Full of emotion. A swell, a tide, salty and sweet. You are a deeply feeling woman and that is why you cry. It's because you feel. Think about it. You're a piscean. A fish. Water. Tears. You are in your element. Own your ocean.
It's strange how much a four legged furry family member brings you warmth. Yesterday, I asked my doggo to sit next to me, and she did. I told her "Frankie, Frankie... I'm sad Frankie. I'm really sad". She looked at me, like really looked at me. Her eyes showed me she knows. I kept petting her and she flopped her head into my lap. Dogs bring such comfort. It's amazing. They are so full of unconditional love. They can't say it to us but they are there, listening and loving.
Some moments don’t ask to be explained.
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light, scent, sound—
and stay because they were felt, not named. When attention lives in details like these,
even silence feels inhabited and this is how presence remembers itself.