I wake to the stark reality of this house.
I wake to the sound of the ocean, the vast water capable of absorbing all of my tears yet never once softening–
That’s not the purpose of the ocean.
I wake to the stark reality of hard surfaces, of wood and glass that reverberate sound without absorption–
That’s not the purpose of wood nor glass.
I wake to the stark awareness of yet another day spent in my own company, another day with my thoughts as companions when I long for the warmth and comfort of friends or family–
That’s not the purpose of aloneness.
I wake to the stark hardness of political messaging that uses division and hate that tears at the fabric of my understanding of humanity–
That is not the purpose of humanity.
I wake to another day of stark being and hard reality as I long for the embrace of compassion, first for myself then radiating to all others, each of us waking to yet another day of trying to stay safe while struggling with isolation and wanting connections–
That is the purpose of compassion.