thankfulness

and like the lunar eclipse, i sway from right foot to left foot and let the trees be where they will.
i screamed on my way down afton mountain after giving om to the wind & the valley. i screamed because my soul--sometimes--is too big for it's shell.
this time, home seems just as big, just as ungraspable.
and it's all a beautiful, painful, blissful mess of life.
and i am alive. and tears are my only communication as to how much.