Can we talk?  

Can we talk about how hard and wonderful and messy and sad and beautiful it is to see my children growing up, needing me less, spreading their own wings and moving beyond what I can give them?

Can we talk about how hard and wonderful and messy and sad and beautiful it is to see my body aging and changing and turning into something different and new and old and undesirable and desirable?

Can we talk about how hard and wonderful and messy and sad and beautiful it is to try to find love again after all the hurt and sorrow and joys and babies and broken hearts and losses?

Can we talk about how hard and wonderful and messy and sad and beautiful it is to know that I have less life to live than I have lived…the realization that I am mortal, will die?

Can we talk about how hard and wonderful and messy and sad and beautiful is to be…well…to be human?

To look out at the ocean, to cry for no reason, to feel these old sorrows and broken hearts and yearnings well up like water from the spring of life passing…to long for joy and know that it will come and so too will the sorrow and the loss and the love and the happiness?

Can we talk and will you listen?