Solace

Settle in with what feels good. Your spot on the sofa, pillows crinkled under the familiar weight of your relaxation. A sugary, warming drink - tonight I discovered adding whiskey to root beer and ice cream, I will not be looking back. 

Are you comfortable? Despite how your day, week, month has been, there always lurks that ache, right? A deep soreness that blooms when you pay too close attention. We won't be looking there head-on for now. But it's okay to remember it, feeling pain reminds us that there is healing to do. Extra care required. 

I have found solace in words and writing since I was little. Back in my parent's home, there are still journals that I scrawled in during elementary school. Documenting, regaling, bemoaning. 

Before the internet and social media, there were diaries and school desks. Brick walls, sidewalks, and tree trunks. All temporary vessels that cradle our cries from that deep soreness. The ache that demands feeling. 

Is the ache loneliness? Doubt? Regret? All I know is that we each carry grief. Every day, our heavyset shoulders and straining thighs transport us out of bed. Into a world that expects perfect posture.