Ups and downs, ups and downs.
Be gentle with the celebration and grief; they are our inhale and exhale and we live by both.
Our capacity for sorrow expands our room for joy and also that in reverse.
Be gentle, fellow traveler. We are sick and growing, pilgriming and arriving.
We are child and elder before each day; we come from a long line of experience and yet draw near the moment baby new.
Our best hope of living is exposure and contamination. Overcoming is choosing when to shower.
Hold out for meaning; the ocean is in each tear, each bead of sweat, each breath on the mirror.
Salvation is tender and deeper than you were taught to go; we are larger than we thought but smaller than we knew.
Attend, attend. Tend, tend. End, end.
Wide Places 