Feels Like

I don’t have much to write about today because I am consumed with feeling. Joy spawns pretty much zero memoir work, and trauma, pretty much 100%, because happiness is what you feel, not what you worry over in your head and struggle to meaningfully express. Our daughter, first-born of our six happy, grounded offspring, found the love of her life and they are having a baby next month. The entire family has circled back home this weekend to fill the house and join friends and family to celebrate new life, and the benevolent universe sliding into place, a.k.a. things working out. As life has shifted over the past few years from possible to fragile optimism to hey this is real, I feel a profound gratitude that if I had to put into words, I couldn’t. But I feel it to my core, and even though I can’t write for shit, I can’t stop shining.