Once you allow yourself to think about things differently the rest somehow follows.
Life is fragile, that thought.. life is fragile, popped up and refuses to leave me. When I throw away things that hold memories and trust my brain to remember what it needs to. And I want to live this fragile, amazing life and be me, and make safe burrows in the woods.
And sometimes it is both, strong and fragile. As when I look at where we live now, this downsized home and living community. When I look at art or study, people, validity, love.
Being strong, accepting fragility.. that thought.