Twine and Yarn

My life is comprised of a variety of relationships. some as strong but brittle as twine. Some soft and flimsy like yarn. Both useful and beautiful. I find that in a few days, shears will threaten my attachments.
I am a scared and useless balloon, all I can hope for is to find what I am looking for.
In my head I know this decision to move is the right one and that it is worth it. In my heart, it feels like a finality I have never felt before, like the death of something given up.
This has, by far, been the longest goodbye. I find that I silently say farewell to my favorite trees on familiar roads. My eyes constantly burn and yearn for more saltwater. I have never in my life felt so divided against myself.
I heard somewhere that one who is trying to move to some place against something can never be at peace. I feel like I am moving against myself...I can't wait to let go...to be at rest...to be free

Lord, if you must, I will let you cut every attachment...no matter what that means. You are worth everything!!!

death and concussions

...10 facts...
I'm in Oklahoma for my Aunt's funeral
I haven't met more than half of my cousins
I wish I lived closer to my family
My grandma Beth is the cutest person on the planet
I fainted today
I almost got a concussion
My brother is superhuman
blue bunny ice cream is the best
music is magical medicine
I miss Georgia

Kirsten