Flow

It hurts to be real, to fully inhabit our humanity and let the tide of emotions lap up against the heart, caressing it into feeling. Sometimes the pressure is overwhelming and at the same time, so true. It is a way that cannot be denied, like water cutting its way through rock. I have tried to find more comfortable ways to contain this river, only to learn it cannot be denied. The only way is to jump in – fully – and be carried for a while, trusting the shore will not be a haven, but will stand vigil for all that flows.