Epiphany

My heart felt pinched and dry today.

My eyes wanted to close and sleep sleep sleep, yet my nerves were trying to crawl out of my skin. I’ve got work trouble, home trouble, man trouble, want-to-go-to-Whitefish-Point-and-probably-can’t trouble.

My heart couldn’t pull anything more out of itself to keep going and started to build a wall of its own dry red dust so maybe it would never have to go out again.

Please, can we just stay in tonight?

Then, while opening a can of chicken to make tacos for dinner, a gentle spark sent all my heart wall dust crumbling to the carpet:

I am part of the universe.

The only time my heart runs dry is when I forget that.