Loss and death just make room for fresh things, things that sometimes we understand and sometimes we don’t. Darling, stay open, let your heart grow.
In my mind, things are different -- I think that is always the case. I don’t care about drama, I care about the trees, yet that is somewhat dramatic.
I realized this is what I love most... tuning into the tucked-away things that are actually often the most real things in the room.