Let us pretend for just a moment that the dead weights we have carried so needlessly and so unnecessarily for so long are gone.
Let us pretend that instead that the muscles of our bodies are properly aligned properly in motion and we feel true emotion as if we were everything we were dreamed to be.
Let us push and pull and weave and tie the hearts that we are bound to–stories that we bind with the words of our lives.
Let us cry out in ecstatic completion.
Let us let the light shine through the prism of our broken thoughts as they come together and engage with all the majesty of who we are.
So far, I feel only new to this, and as I drink in this capital B Bliss, I’m grateful even as I am giggling.