A whiff of the ineffable

When you know there’s something you know but you don’t know what it is, at least not in any way you can put into words: the ineffable, the unknowable, uncertainty, mystery

What it feels like: freedom, a fresh breeze, longing, a pull

When you’re sure you’d be happier if you could just say what it is: grasping onto and for one experience of that (#innocentmistakes #beinghumanbeing and, yes, I’m doing it right here 🙂)

When you let go and let yourself be falling in there/here/now/always: belonging. 

One of my favorite sensations of it: when someone you love comes inside and you can smell the outside air on them.

Oops. I did it again.

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