Tears

The best indicator I have found for my having detached from my life a bit is how long it has been since I cried. We tend to think of tears as an expression of sadness, but I find it is really just life spilling over the edges.

On the bright and breathing edge life is always a little too big, a little more than I am ready for. It is when tears are common that I find myself in the wonder.

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