it has been a summer of saltwater and confessions. the beloved and the betrayer. dark and light. shadow and source.
i sit in the middle, between gardens and dinner parties, ocean swims and errands, privilege and opportunity.
between churning guts and silence, winded and asleep.
life rollicks along, nothing desperate to report.
i mother. i tend. i create. i refuel. i wonder. i worry. i dive. i float. i grip. i untether.
for me, right now, this is the criteria: love more and be happy.
spend time with people who give and receive with equal parts of themselves.
find safe places to put the fear. to tell the secrets. to trust.
be useful, be generous, be honest.
i am at the mercy of today.
there will inevitably be a hurricane of emotion and necessity and hunger and fog and poetry and price.
and so it is.
i want to kiss all of it.
i don’t want to lose sight of the bounty.
These are the days that must happen to you.