And so I came again to that place
where I had come before -
in body and mind a novel space,
but the spirit keeps the score.
I take comfort in its discomforts
and wrap myself in cherished pain…
O joyful sorrow!
that I will not come this way again.
on the nostalgia we hold for what is gone, for the comfort we find in pain, for the longing we have for what is gone.
on the looping lessons we find ourselves in, and that moment when we decide to do it differently this time. (or do we?)
