We gallivanted. We walked on the edge of sleeping and waking. We kept things light and carefree, but we questioned our desires and motivations in our moments of fearlessness. We were somehow simultaneously impulsive and ever hesitant.
Without you, I would not have felt my way through my own boundaries. Because of you, I learned to be patient with myself. Because of you, I’ve learned that life comes in seasons. That sometimes periods must be reserved for trying on different shoes, testing limits, recovering, distracting, resting and centering. You taught me how to trust my process, even if others can’t understand it. And how to keep putting one foot in front of the other when traveling through the rough times… trusting in the ebb as much as the flow.
I will always be thankful for everything you taught me. for everything we went through together, and the entire course of events that have brought me here. To this place where I can allow myself to be wildly in love with what is behind me and in front of me. Where I can be… experimental with what surrounds me and fills me. Where gentleness and trust and even breathing feel more easeful and necessary than distraction. As the days and months pass, I’m learning to embrace the tender and sometimes frightening moments involved in… being present and aware and open. That there is necessity in allowing vulnerability and progression, especially in a new, foreign direction.
I’m both relieved and solemn in witnessing your passing. You were my segway, my breather, and my hit in the heat all wrapped up into one. And I’ll always remember so many days and nights, stolen sunrises and blurred closing times.
Goodbye my crazy, beautiful, eclectic, movie-worthy, heart-breaking, whirlwind of a season.