The Striking Hands
For those of you
Who felt as though
This season is longer than most
Where all small talk
And nodding heads
Cast dark doubts upon your shore
In a room of smiling friends
You feel you are sitting with strangers
Just waiting for the hands to strike
Because that means
The heart in this chest
navigates towards yours
I know how long it’s been
When space feels
like a thin veil
When you want to crawl out of your skin
I can’t explain each tiny detail
It’s way too deep and wide
You know who you are
Who feel this whole season
Is not your favourite by far
So when those two hands strike tonight
Way straight up on twelve
May you breathe a breath
Way deep down in your chest
Knowing It’s finally done
Because of your courageous heart
Because of all your brave steps
You can calmly walk
Head held high
into another one
I wrote this really fast....
so it reads quite messy and bumpy.....
Perfection is for the birds....
So I’m chucking this out there.
This is the inspiration of many deep and long conversations I’ve had over the last couple of weeks with friends......
Sending so much love to you all as we navigate next steps, big moves, exciting victories,
and all of the gorgeous mundane and sad bits in between......
I’m pretty sure that’s where the magic happens.
Love Love Loving you just exactly as you are.
Wishing you one heck of a
New Year My Loves
See you in 2019
And Thank You Thank You Thank You for everything!!!