Dancing On My Own, by Calum Scott, manifested through a nearby street performer during my conversation with 📝The Birthday Girl when, after two years of mutual transformation in space we made for one another, she shared that she'd met who she believed was her 📝Perfect Partner.
We had celebrated our 📝Fucking Farewell some months prior, fallen back into each other, and then (she) made space for what—at the time—felt like the manifestation of 📝My Perfect Partner. This conversation, 📝By and Large consisting of 📝silence, felt like a beautiful end to our chapter. While the lyrics of the song aren't an exact equivalent they represented my projection of 📝loneliness.
A day later, with 📝Xandra driving me home from a tearful shavasana at 📝Sweat Yoga, I leaned into the feels; turning the volume to 11, putting it on repeat, and screaming the lyrics through tears.
The next morning, the 📝universe manifested the wisdom of 📝Sunyata which helped me onwards and was later 📝memorialized in 📝Bounded By Impermanence (newsletter). These reflections, and hours of journaling, made way for me to process the energetic transition of 📝The Eternal Tryst.