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It’s bad, I almost forgot about this writing and a friend reminded me.  Thank you Kenny.

So I visited and read. Reread.

A reminder that when getting out of bed is a challenge, that there is a shot of transparency near by that will either rip the covers back or whisper in your ear, it is time to wash your hair.

Walk through the door.

I know you have no clue what is on the other side of the door. Trust that it won’t wound you mortally.

Open your heart.

Yes, it will suck sometimes. That is feedback. Shift it, love it….absorb the feedback. Be mad if you want. Sit and be in it.

Rereading that year is magic. Peeling back layers from the earthquake/tsunami/the damage done is magical. As though each layer is more shoes, more pictures, more beautiful than I remembered. Distance is love.

It is as though I learned basic math again. Built upon it and now am able to do Algebra, working towards Geometry and then Trig. Trig is something I cannot even imagine so there is a bit of fear.

Not an inch of this path could have been paved without a minion….a tribe….walking through the fire. When one is at the bottom of a pit remember your voice and call out. Being at the bottom of a pit is feedback. Find your voice and call out to those that make you uncomfortable. Your comfort might have helped get you there.

Get out of bed. Wash your hair. Get dressed and SHOW UP.

You are loved.