I think a lot about the ways that I've changed over the last ten years or so. What parts of myself I have lost or paid less attention to along the way. Ezra's death has forced me to look back and reevaluate what the most important pieces of my life are. I'm starting to make space for little things that make me feel whole. I'm teaching myself how to be alone again.
I want to paint and sing and color and photograph and lie in silence in the grass. I want to sing with someone until our voices grow hoarse together and then I want to go to a cathedral or somewhere with a good echo and sit with them there without talking.
I also want to get through this semester of school and take a deep breath from all of it.