I spent too long reading my lab results from the clinic this afternoon and found the names familiar. There is iron in my blood, and iron in the ground I walk on. I am made of the same stuff as the trees and my bones have calcium like the rocks on the mountain.
I am just one cell on Planet Earth but I am also a universe in this body.
I do believe in magic, and in grace, and in love, because my mother’s hands hold my genetic fingerprint. Because I could be a thousand different things but I’m not, I’m Annie. I could not exist without a million tiny miracles.
There is so much to feel and do and be. We are here for more than grocery lists and income taxes.
We are breathing — do you know what it takes to breathe? To fill your lungs with air and carry the oxygen through your bloodstream? To exhale and then, deep inhale? Who tells your lungs how to expand?
Who tells your heart how to love? How to break?
We are made of the same stuff as the trees but we laugh and cry and love. We paint pictures and tell stories.
I look at the sunset and I wonder if the universe paints pictures, too.
But then I look at you and I know it does.
Originally posted on Facebook on October 28, 2021