today the past paid me a visit the sweet, wonderful past
the past that is Coolidge Corner: skipping through the rose garden, giggling arm in arm with him; walking through the swirling snow to go cuddle in the soft blue bed with Espo; taking big, satiating inhales and exhales flowing with others at the studio; laughing ourselves to tears around mismatched cups and decks of cards; fumbling through the scary road to our dreams, hoping, holding, celebrating one another.
the past that is magical New York: where I learned how to find myself and find a sense of home in the park, in my friend, in runs and yoga and walks to sweet music.
the past that is my California home: a home that no longer is the same, but held so much growth and beauty.
Gratitude overwhelms me the past is an unexpected, but beloved visitor
She helps me remember just how quickly life changes and to try to soak in the present for it is unbelievably sweet and holds pieces of the past that I am so lucky to behold