Being a Cozy Expanse

Today I am
the softness of
pajamas past noon
while baking cutout cookies with kiddo
for neighbors and grandma and
us
warm so full of warm, but not too hot
from the oven.

Today I am also
the sticky floor cleaner
migraine manager
caller of senators for cease-fire
wanting other babies to stay, to be warm, full and warm
again too.

Both And
Here There
cozy sticky
sweet ouch

We the expanse.

REFLECTION INVITATIONS

(or just stop at the poem's end. It is often more than enough to just feel.)

Sometimes we wait for joy, for making sweetness and seeing beauty, for offering Together until an imagined future with no pain. Sometimes we wait to Care in fear our joy will be dimmed.
What new world, what new way might open for you in life if you stop waiting?
What would you do, who would you bring a plate of cookies to, how deep could you breathe,
what action for liberation or rest could you take
if you allowed the cozy and expanse, the pain and comfort both to be true?

What is your portion of the Here There today? What is your cozy and expanse?

If support around clarifying and naming your Here There and/or having more capacity to be With the joy ache, horrible delicious, tangle wonderful of this Both And of life would feel helpful,
I’d love to journey with you in a 1-1 session.