when sparks spark back up

this was this morning, sort of meta-and-physics hung over on a day after riding the healing rollercoaster of high boundary’s cutting ties giving loneliness and dry phone.
I sat with the pain, stared it in the face, took my dog to a christmas market, transmuted loneliness into holy aloneness and ended up at a performance evening.
Every single artist had grounded presence, self abandon and ownership all at once.
Life slapped me in the face, hugged old friends, danced in the void and “woke up like dis”.
Took a selfie expecting dark circles and one lazy eye. Got met with a spark back, a twinkle, eons elderyounger.
breathing
The spark* may fleet, bounce and go out of frame as I ride the rollercoaster, but seeing it there today, as I remembered it yet refreshed, gave me a sign that the healing is healing regardless of however long. I’m thankful.
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