Today on the Vowake, when we must enjoy her.

She smiled today for maybe the first time.

She found a sliver of joy in the challenging place she was in, a bit of joy in the stretching

thin.

Like a deer hide, strung up and pulled top between two branches, placed in the sun, the

weather.

There, to endure, and then we made into something stronger or malleable, everlasting.

She smiled because she understood she was becoming more solid in beauty and being,

all the more beautiful to the touch and senses.

She understood she was going through the time-consuming process of transformation from soft

hide, useless and less cured by the sun and weather.

Undergoing change of form.

Presalesis.

Born one thing and becoming another.

There is a place where one can arrive at only to lie down and surrender.

There is a place where prayer is your only comfort.

There is a place where we must be cured by the sun and weather.

This is not an easy place.

Moments where we feel we are being overdrawn are rare.

There are places of great shift and change and rebirth.

Only a few of them in our lifetime if we are so lucky.

There is glory here squinting your eyes in the sun, bracing yourself against the wind,

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