Dance upon the ground of disappointment and watch the flowers grow. Every seed a lesson learned - a new song to sing to. Oh, just see how far you've come.
For you are my Great Meaning, gentle direction, captain of every flight.
This moon, this sky, this home, this life, your hand, in mine, this moment, in time.
As for them, imagination was birthed, creativity conceived, empathy ran deep and easy joy was found - even face to face with all these great unknown things.
Despite what they may have told you, you are loved for you - not for what you do.
To me, you are gentle breezes greeting me with kisses. You are deep seaside breaths, easy joy, and laughter rolling from the depths of my chest.
When the well of me is empty, you fill the depths of me to full - overflowing, the sweetest drink I've tasted.
For my grandmother, Nesta.
All along, though, she was still there - day or night, moon or shine, rivers wild or still - there.
When strength feels shallow, I'll swim in surrender ocean blue and it will still be well with my soul.