Near to Bursting

My heart, that is.
Because sometimes we have to struggle through things on our own, alone, afraid to give light to a darkness that smothers, shames, paralyzes.

And sometimes we don’t.

Like I said to the wonderful
Cinnamon Gurl, mother of spice-haired sweetness incarnate, taker of sublimely poignant photos and giver of perfect posts, a bazillion thank yous, wrapped in flannel, because y’know, it’s chilly out there.

It’s good to be back. Real good.