“Guide me to, guide me from, guide me home”, I said to the stars.
Like a cosmic prayer, it came to me one night.
I’d made a habit of consulting the stars nightly before bed.
Mid February, before the world fell apart, I wrote of “expansion, and being bound.” These words, this juxtaposition, now a prophecy. A foretelling.
My lessons are coming in hot. Lessons in distance and closeness, in tribe and solitude.
I called them into being. The stars delivered.
The world shrunk and grew in an instant. So did my home, and my heart.
I am filled to the brim with more than I can alchemize into words just yet.
What a beginning to this new earth...the next chapter...
Not a soul with the answer.
And that’s strangely comforting.
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