(that weird middle space that stresses us out)
blessed are we, somewhere unnameable, fully present to our reality.
tracking it, with all its subtle gradations and colors and
contrasts, the sweetness and the struggle, the stuck and
not-quite-fitting.
authentic to it, mapping the full strangeness of the new emergent
landscape.
blessed are we, dear ones, not calling it too soon.
not settling for the neat and buttoned-up, the too-tied-up, the
not-quite-true.
bless all of it, the way we might widen our gaze to encompass it
and embrace it.
and bless you, moving into the unknown, waiting, daring to hope.
~ from Good Enough (Convergent Books 2022)
