It could be that in order to find my own voice I need to get alone and be still and
struggle and begin to hear those thoughts of you can't do it and
miss you and hope this will end soon and then
look up and calm down and relax and know
this is but a single speck of dust in time.
If I had kept worrying I would have missed it.
Who was it that said, Stop acting like you're Atlas carrying the world on your shoulders. It will keep turning with or without you.?
Today I am grateful for the sky and the night and the moon and the time and the eyes to notice them.