which it tough.
could have gone back to the mountains and worked this summer, but i felt rooted here. like, i shouldn't pick up and go even though I could have, easily.
so, here i sit.
and wait.
and am reminded constantly that i am a believer of the unseen, of the invisible yet tangible beyond belief.
i am a liver of life in the only one i know who has ever truly lived.
i am following one who loves me more than i can ever understand and always holds me in his hand even when i feel like i can't take anymore of this harsh life, because it is.
but it is also beautiful.
all so beautiful.
