There is nothing but
holy.
I wore it today as a mantra
in traffic jams
and temperature swings
and in the checkout line
where I was handy
and open
next to magazine and candy gossip.
Enough flowed through
to bless the swollen wrist
of the Target cashier
from RA she says and sighs,
so painful,
sweet one, yes.
When we are there with her,
our mind’s hand covers her pain
with tactile love
while we drop to the spot
left and right lungs
touch the fire pit of our
singular abyss.
Holy rains on
holy messes
and blesses us all,
despite.
Life as Improv 
Loving because of and loving despite – it’s all sacred.
Lovely Marga
Alison
to walk along these paths with you, holy! 🙂 xu Alison!
❤ xo
What a slice of perfection! I love this M!
“Holy rains on
holy messes
and blesses us all,
despite”
…this is sublime and true. Thank you.
Think of you (and K) every time I eye the peanut m and m’s in the checkout line 🙂
xu!