meanwhile the world goes on.

i was reminded.
this morning by talking to a friend
of an important, yet simple truth of life.

this friend is a gallant woman.
she faces the world with grace.
and eagerness.
desiring to learn and breath it all in.
her artistic and creative being 
is unassuming and inquisitive.

and my friend, she has had
her share of heartache and pain.
so deep and penetrating
she has wondered where the light is —

the past few weeks, we have exchanged
the hilarity of emails about 
dreams and future,
men and crushes, 
wondering how an old soul
can live properly in all one’s 
22-ness.

yet this winter. for me.
time has passed.
slowly.
with its share of loneliness and soul-ache
i did not know why i was here
and i have wondered where the light was —


but today, i was reminded.
of this one simple truth.
that is easy to forget.


life.
it goes on.
it always does.

as the weepies,
the beetles,
and mary oliver
have penned so truthfully and dynamically,

our lives.
they spin on.

pain is real.
heartache torments us.
we wonder if the morning will ever come.

yet everyday the sun rises. 
and the moon greets the dusk.
spinning. spinning. spinning.
and we, whether we realize it or not…
we are always moving.

i am reminded how my life is one
note in the great melody that stirs the earth.

i am moving.
and i am many.

early spring.

late summer.

the road

looks different.

early spring.

summer.

“meanwhile the world turns on.”