31/08/2026
Maybe it's the perpetual grey skies but...
Can we briefly linger at this feeling of grief... grief arising not from what was lost, but from that which can't be found...
Hayao Mizaki put it this way in his masterpiece Your Name, "this hand once held something precious..."
While at times it seems that you have found your footing, a part of you remains devoted to tending to that grief. Faithfully carrying it through those "important tasks" you have to fulfill. You stay still and steady but at the same time take careful notice of a hint of arrival...is it THE time? Either way, you make sure you're ready to receive.
As the heavy rains bring our plans to a pause, I further hold space for that grief...finally knowing its true name,
Yearning.