Dear you,
It has been months, busy months full of absurdity, survival and joy. For us all. I need to speak. Brevity.
I am not dragging -
Not grieving political ploys, planet pain.
I am simply dancing along, doing what I can.
Being flexible -
Looking up -
Hearing Rilke:
"Let everything happen to you:
Beauty and terror.
Just keep going.
No feeling is final."
Salud.
Love,
Joyce
