Zsuzsa and I, snapped by Claire, probably circa 2009.
Upon sharing this with me yesterday, Claire warned me. it “makes me so happy and so sad at once”. looking at it I reflect upon the great achievements we produced. the multi-pronged dream we shared and carried. the single minded courage of pushing it through. over and over. the great pride. the beauty and youth of it all. the failures. the shared ambition lost. the prolonged state of paralysis. the silence. the numbing. the dreadful lead to a brave and honest new course of action. the courage showed along the way. of pushing it through again. over and over.
it is often said ignorance is a bliss, for sometimes in acknowledging your truth reality hurts. yet underneath action and inaction always lay a dormant seed. ready to manifest. the truth of two hearts, at time bruised and battered yet ready to rise again.
we are the sharer of a shattered dream. we are the keepers of a new one. we will keep pushing it through, shapeshifting as we need along the way.