Musing in Flux

MaryLiz Bender
1 min readAug 22, 2021

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I feel in flux. Not there, but on my way. Not there, just left. Suspended here, contemplating the way. Designing the place, still, where I’ll land. Almost a sense of loss, but why?

Excitement is there, beneath, waiting. So many ways to manifest the visions. Overwhelmed, now, with option. Loss, perhaps, for all I’ll never do? Those visions I must sacrifice for the one, maybe two?

Perhaps I need to grieve them before I move on. Perhaps this feels new and foreign after gaining the wisdom––that I cannot continue to reach for them all. That is the unintended sacrifice, leading to a flame burnt out over time. Instead, my new life is opting for clarity, focus… a real presence.

Perhaps, too, I’ve just met someone unsure of life. Unsure when the moment will take her last breath. I feel grief on her behalf. For the suffering she’s overcome, and for what is to come. I feel grief for all those who take for granted their own breath. Worrying for things with little to no meaning. Even me. I wish to change that for me, for her, for all.

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MaryLiz Bender
MaryLiz Bender

Written by MaryLiz Bender

A Creative Storyteller and Experiential Artist, driven by awe and wonder.