wrapped in her Everywhere

after the heat broke yesterday i tethered up my overthinking and neediness in an awkward bundle and stashed it under the stairs. dinner prep was easier without the psychic load, but the real reward came during the meal, when she appeared again.

she wore my daughter this time, shining through her words and laughter like a tiara, quietly blessing the food and feelings until the dishes were collected and everyone tucked themselves into early evening's soft shadows

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the week before, she had put on the dog, ministering to any-body that came into the living room with something pre-verbal and beautiful

the month before, she was somehow both the stranger who had broken an ankle outside a coffee shop, and *another* stranger who stopped to help before the ambulance arrived.

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after the moon rose yesterday I found her checking in on the awkward bundle, not trying to fix it or heal it, just being there with it, sharing a smoke and commiserating on the state of the world.

the christian in me called her grace
the hindu in me called her loving awareness
the agnostic in me called her the universe
and the child in me simply loved her

i wrapped myself in a blanket of her Everywhere, and slept.