What are some of the things that make you feel whole again?

And I don’t mean a whole person, like when parts of you have been broken in two, or ten, or ten thousand, and you’re forced to put the pieces back together… I mean, when your cells feel interlaced with a force beyond yourself – the universe moves with you, the weight of gravity, a pull, a spin, movements that sail you into a thrown-to-the-backdrop reality that is the natural world.

One whole part
of another whole part,
A vast expanding space, that has made space, for you too.

I can tell you that the greater part of the universe has felt as small as a stone in my palm. All smooth crystal, minerals of pressed together time.

It was once, still often is, the sound of wind moving through hundred-year-old trees, the smell of salt, ocean sand, and pine needles on a Pacific Northwest coastline.

An encyclopedia of small things, an identification, acknowledgment of moments that feel like life itself.

Right now it’s my dog sleeping, on a bed of smooth sheets the color of sage. Light breaks through the curtains, lacing the bedroom in the setting sun. The sun which moves across the sky of the island we’re lucky to call home. And I know this, too, is a gift. A fleeting moment, a crystal pressed smooth in my palm, the whole universe.