The harmony of how we can giggle and tease one another one moment, then shift into a reverence of silence and safety as our hearts pour out into the space.
Our heads bow as the words are dug for deeper within ourselves.
Pens scratch at the page feverishly for some, gliding softly for others.
Our hands reflexively reach for our chests or to the hand next to us as we share the deepest corners of our souls out loud.
Tears stream down cheeks while reading. Choking back breath. “Take all the time you need. We got you.” - I say. Because we do.
A tidal wave of joy and laughter from one, a storm of pain and ache from another. Both equally beautiful and moving in the exact same way, yet polar opposite.
As the sacred circle closes, some leave quick, others linger. Some share with each other what their pieces meant. Somehow the remaining of us find a way back into the living room, creating a new circle, smaller, sacred just the same.
Mom and dad are off duty tonight….
More wine is poured
More poetry is shared
More songs are sung
More music is played
More tears are shed
More questions are asked
More connections are made
More “thank you for sharing” are said
More “i’m sorry that happened” are given
More hugs are held
More sleep is lost, but at a price well worth the cost for the memories made of allowing time to stretch just a little bit longer.
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