Today I crawled and clawed myself from my second story bed to the thick solid planks of wood that make up my bedroom floor. Wiping the sleep from my eyes and stumbling to the kitchen to release the steady flow of water from our leaky faucet to my empty jar to it’s final destination, my human body. Another day. I get the chance at another day.

How beautiful each day is when it is not taken for granted. When the new day is taken in open arms and lifted up as high as possible. And I can feel myself. I can understand that I am this living thing, this body of organic matter and water, SO MUCH WATER. There is blood pumping out oceans of life from my little human heart, the muscle king. AND oh my! I have lungs, I have lungs! My bones, gosh, I can feel them! I know they are there. Their bleachy white and I know they will become sand again; some dust in the wind. There will come a day when we ALL get to fly.

smile

you are

living.