velcro

I glance over at the white shoes. The Velcro straps holding themselves up.

“You’ll cherish this time” I hear, as tears begin to form behind my eyes. I haven’t been as grateful as I could be. Home has (in the past) been a tender spot for me. Not always has it been a safe space of respite, and it has been for the past few years of my life, minus a few bumps in the road. I begin to cry. Because despite my thoughts rehashing my annoyances out of pure will to distract me from what is true, I feel safe. And I feel whole. And no little bumps in the road or crumbs on the floor can take away from this feeling.

We’re at different stages in our lives, and have different personas and likes/dislikes, but our desire for a sanctuary, for a space of peace remains the same. My heart swells with the notion that this is exactly what I need. And it washes through me - the awareness that the only constant is change. In life, we are consistently moving through cycles, growing, dying, and being reborn. And this growth phase, is so very valuable - how growth can occur in a state of safety, love, and compassion. And then, when the ways part, we will both be onto our next chapter.

So, in this moment, as I glance at the white shoes, I only feel gratitude for her. And absolute love.