To speak and be heard. To tell, to give, to share, and await expectation of coming upon newness.
To feel the breath of another upon my cheek. To touch skin. To connect with all that is beyond living; alive.
I miss everything I never used to think about before.
To dirty my hands with the beautiful mud of existence. There is life outside these closed doors. How do you resist it.
We are clean but empty. The earth is not dirt.
Our ground is holy.
