Do you know how good your bed feels the morning after your entire island thought you were going to be obliterated by nuclear warheads? So so good. Do you know what hugging someone you love feels like after fighting those what if feelings for 12 hours after the fact? So so good. You don’t just bounce back from making good graces with death. Your heart breaks in a way I didn’t really know it could. A different kind of break. You make peace with it but there is such a strange feeling. Not empty nor full. Not ready nor reluctant. Just limbo. So to climb into bed with my lover last night felt like the greatest gift I’ve ever received. To feel his heartbeat. To laugh at his jokes. To make love. But we spent at least an hour just wrapped up in a tangle of arms and legs saying how grateful we were just to be here right now. When you feel like you escaped death; nothing else really matters. Presence and gratitude. That’s life.
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