To friends and foes, past, present, and future.
To those I’ve loved and lost, and those who love me still.
To the blows that knocked me down,
and the glimmer of light that helped me rise.
To this imperfect body whose wear and tear tell a story of a life lived,
and the blessing of breath.
To feeling lost and alone,
and the power of community.
To knowing. And unknowing.
To the connected and the estranged.
To sorrow and joy. Anger and awe.
To those who’ve touched my life in big ways and small.
To forgiveness, given and received.
To the contrasts that shape me.
Pain and healing, loss and love, despair and hope.
Each moment weaves the fabric of who I am.
Gratitude blooms in contrast.
Thank you, all.