jet lag I fall asleep again early, midday and think what a waste but if I was with you —
// hello friends, I haven’t been here sharing much lately. I hope you understand. This year has been full of more transition and deep, dark aches than anticipated. There is a lot to be said for letting things move through at their own pace, and *also* for deciding, hard line, when it’s time to be done. I have been practicing both, a little clumsily as usual. I hope you’re walking those lines, too.
Anyway, it’s spring and there’s light everywhere, and I am writing to you from a brand new place that feels bound to be a nest that will nurture, finally, whatever is next. I’m feeling ready, and open, and (dare I say it?) hopeful. I guess that’s what a few cherry blossoms will do to a girl.
love you/miss you. more words soon.
P.S. how are your hearts?
this tiny poem carries so much story. lovely.
I feel like I've been moving (in one form or another) an I'm 'still' finally settling in. Be gentle with yourself lovely one. You've got this. 💕