i don’t even know what to say.
we haven’t been here.
i haven’t been here.
i’ve been far… wandering… and not so far away.
and its been a lifetime-and-a-day.
and as i re-read our words, our letters…
i can’t even remember a year ago — where was i then? who was i then?
who am i now?
(and, as always, how am i still asking that question?)
today…. someone asked me – when i spoke of always adapting to ‘match’ other people:
“did you ever think of letting other people match you?”
what would that even mean? what would that look like? is that possible?
am i even here? as something match-able — or am i just an accumulation of all who have come before. everywhere i am. everyone i encounter….??
and what am i doing with this “one wild and precious life?”
and where are we – a year later? a year older? a year beyond?
…. i miss you ….
this i know is true.