We are afraid of being unmade. But that’s not something that can be done. You cannot unmake. You can only change.

Unraveled like ribbon— the bow ends of a gift, scant few of us appreciate the scope of until expiration draws near.

How do you live with that knowledge alive in your heart? How does the dragon breath of existence merge with gratitude?

How might we live thankful lives in spite of the pain and trouble? And how do we embrace that which scares us like children in a thunderstorm?

Do not tarry, nor pray pretend.

The footsteps of death ghost behind you. A waiting shawl to be set over your shoulders as you’re guided beyond this world.