all around me, the world seems to move on,
people whirling in a constant spiral toward something else, and something else,
objects in motion drawing lines around my standing body
here I am, chronically nestled into the shadows,
a racing heart chasing the gleaming trail of lurid headlights that periodically cross the ceiling,
all the time wondering,
do you see what I see?
-sculpture by Kumi Yamashita
Heart Breathings 
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Thank you, Richard.
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“chronically nestled into the shadows” – Beautiful!!!!
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Thank you, Susan! 💜
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I’ve been pondering this lately for all kinds of reasons.
I love the ending!
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I’m sorry. I can empathize – sometimes it feels like we are standing still. I don’t think that’s always a bad thing, though. Those times are necessary for growth, too. Love to you!
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Yes, I wondered if that is what you implied in the ending, sometimes all that “rushing” etc, that can seem productive, really is not.
And thank you, you too!
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Sounds like the thoughts, feelings of a person who has just lost someone and wonders why everyone else’s world continues as if nothing has happened…
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So true, Calen. That could be true of many traumas, I suppose. Thank you so much for reading and for the thoughtful comment!
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