Letter to my Child

Watching you grow into this sweet, confident, wonderful little person feels bittersweet

In the same way as realizing that nobody ever really understands another’s experience did.

It makes me feel free and alive, while at the same time a little sad, melancholy

In the same way realizing that, on some level, I WILL always be alone did.

It feels like life itself.

The miracle and the hard-fought path that it is.

Every day – trying again.

Practicing to let go, to trust, to release old patterns that no longer serve me.