Proof of life

I'm still here.

Hey yall. It’s been a while.

A reflection of surrender.

I am tired. But I am whole and full. I have a lot of joy in my spirit, and it keeps me going.

This is just proof of life. Life is doing its thing and I’m going along for the ride.

I don’t have the answers, but I am still here.

I imagine the Earth has a hum. If you still enough, you can hear it too. I often imagine it from an aerial view, like a cloud lifting and a new voice everyday joining the harmony of the hum. It is still happening, no matter what we witness on the ground. The collective energy is shifting. Our prayers are being lifted. We have been heard. She hums louder every day, and we must continue to sing along.

And that is what it means for me to keep going, an agreeance to sing along. I think of the old lady singing over the bones of the wild woman. I think of the choir that moves the spirit. I think of the songs I wake up singing empowering the day.

A song. A note. A reminder. A joint surrender.