An exploration on life and living.
Peaches Lost
What can we do, but tend to our own songs of love? Love for the earth, love for each other, love for ourselves. To care well for the beings within our reach.
A month and a half ago, at 12:40 AM, I got an email that I was hoping for but was nevertheless surprised to receive. The first word in the subject line: aceitação. Acceptance.
I had come up to meet with the mountain, and the mountain came to meet with me in return. I was my whole self again.
What can we do, but tend to our own songs of love? Love for the earth, love for each other, love for ourselves. To care well for the beings within our reach.
In a world of absurd uncertainty, all I can do is move forward towards the things that bring me to life. Nothing is guaranteed—not time, not relationships, not money. But this moment, the one I’m sitting in now? I can choose to infuse that with life.