For all my friends, and especially for me.

Be still, my love.

Don’t run from healing.

My love, don’t run.

Be still, my love. Don’t run from healing. My love, don’t run. Be still.

It’s better to lose, better to fall, than loose the flood that washes us away. It’s better to radiate, never live in extremes, than have a taciturn heart, a reticent heart.

Be still. My love. Don’t run. From healing. My love. Don’t run.

Be still, my love! Don’t run! From healing! My love! Don’t run!

Be still.

Hey, my love.

(Kenna, “Be Still”)