Longing is in my throat, a stretching so uncomfortable that it constricts my airway. The tightness moves downward into my chest, and upward and back toward my neck. When I allow it to keep moving upward, I feel it in my eyes and the tears start trickling.
Longing is in my throat, a stretching so uncomfortable that it constricts my airway. The tightness moves downward into my chest, and upward and back toward my neck. When I allow it to keep moving upward, I feel it in my eyes and the tears start trickling.
Such a gorgeous share about how sensations move. Thank you, Christina.
The texture of my longing is THIS. Everyday, life-rich language that is more than the sum of its parts. <3
I long for days/weeks where I can bask in other people's art.