Photo of Earth taken from the Moon, Project Apollo Archive
Now, we take the moon into the middle of our brains so we look like roadside stray cats with bright flashlight-white eyes in our faces, but no real ideas of when or where to run. We linger on the field’s green edge and say, Someday son, none of this will be yours. Miracles are all around. We’re not so much homeless as we are home free, penny-poor, but plenty lucky for love and leaves that keep breaking the fall. Here it is: the new way of living with the world inside of us so we cannot lose it, and we cannot be lost. You and me, are us and them, and it and sky. It’s hard to believe we didn’t know that before; it’s hard to believe we were so hollowed out, so drained, only so we could shine a little harder when the light finally came. - Ada Limon, "We Are Surprised" from Bright Dead Things Dana Wyss Healing Arts Breathe deeply, practice often, be well. www.danawyss.com
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