I just got dropped from the highest cloud into the deepest depths of reality. Into the date. Cried for the past few hours and it was incredibly beautiful. That deepening sorrow enriches everything and is so viscerally real and alive.
It’s not about the time. It’s not about what happens. It’s not about making it into a series of tasks to get done. I have to let go and let go and let go and enjoy and breathe and just do the best that I can. Not worry. Be assured that it has ALREADY been the best time of my life and this is just the sweetest last drop. Let go of all the preconceived notions about what it has to be, what it will be. Whatever happens…it is love.