To the poly and exclusive, the unicorns and sheep, the LGBTQIA+ and straight, the Council and the Board.
For my best friend and greatest teachers…..
Imagine the yawn and stretch of a newborn baby, the silence and breathlessness when snow first falls, the pounce of a tiny kitten or playful tugs of a puppy at your feet. Now for a moment, feel these images, remember them.
Try again.
A beautiful creation that emerges when you have put your heart and soul into something, what about the bliss of Shavasana, after honest effort in a yoga class. The awe inspired by a pink sunset or golden sunrise while standing at the shore. Laughing children as they run freely around and around and around with no specific destination but pure joy. Hearing the words Mama or Dada for as long as that lasts. The moment you have mastered something new, baked and then tasted something delightful or climbed to the top of the mountain just when you didn’t think you could go any further only to discover you almost touch heaven as the clouds are passing by. Can you remember the feeling when your mom, dad, sister or best friend told you they loved your work, just the way you did it?
Take note of the moments that stop you in your tracks or at the very least slow you down long enough to notice life and how it is unfolding.
Maybe you have read a novel that left you contemplating absolutely everything you thought you knew for days on end, or watched a movie that transports you, that has left an imprint and carried you through, things.
Let’s keep going.
Sitting outside on a summer day and hearing someone’s special song being sung for the very first time with their partner on guitar and wingman on bass, knowing for sure that it is those connections that inspired that magic. Those high fiving boys, turned teen, turned men who reached a victory goal because they were in sync and united. Walking along a city street, looking up and witnessing a colorful piece of art covering the entire side of a brick building inspiring a revolution and then dancing your way all the way home.
Slow down some more…..
Watch a fire crackle, snuggled up in a fuzzy blanket, feeling the warmth as the full moon shines down having an unforgettable conversation about the cosmos and all that has been and will ever be with someone so dear that speaks your language so well that their words elevate your soul higher and higher and even higher yet. Maybe you get a moment to watch the grass grow while covered in morning dew as honey bees pollinate sunflowers or a magnificent bald eagle swoops down for its freshwater catch and returns to flight, proud and free.
And finally, the weighted simplicity of being present when life happened for however long or short, as you get to be beside someone you have loved deeply, who has loved you whole. There are no tears left, no words to share, but a real knowing that true love in all its forms, just may liberate your soul, while taking your breath away and giving you new life, one moment at a time.

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