normalize uncertainty and longing and fear — i don’t want to show you this throbbing thing we are supposed to call weakness i am tired. tender. grumpy. i don’t feel shiny i can’t keep up a smile and more than anything, i don’t want to. and that’s okay. we’re human — sometimes, we just need to be…

i expand in all directions and write till there’s nothing left — i love to sit outside on slow, weekend mornings where time is spacious and i pretend it doesn’t even exist i expand in all directions and write until there is nothing left. a practice, a prayer an emptying of the letters, sentences, and sounds of other people’s stories (which i love) but i’ll…

set down all the dead things, my dear — write me a story, you say the page stares back i am blank for a moment then i sway with the trees and think but mostly i feel. it’s always an adventure perched here chai tea, the leaves, the sky and me. simplicity so sweet sweeps down from the clouds and imprints…

Truths drip forward when I am brave and quiet. — It’s the first crisp morning in a hundred days and I can finally breathe again. The thick air of summer, a sweet and suffocating fog, locked onto our skin with a click like legos. A click that felt so satisfying at first, but then quickly becomes gross and annoying. It’s grown stale. …

we are not taught how to rest. so i am teaching myself. — we are not taught how to rest so i am teaching myself. the cultivation of calm comes at sunset in the glow of dark pink and streaks of apricot — swirling in my palms i inhale. i exhale. give all the worries space and time. …

starlight, simplicity. silence. naked and glowing. — i spill out here as i always do i’m seeking simplicity life is full of so many things good things, sparkly things, hard things, messy things what i crave is an absence of things. i need simplicity sucked in through a straw of stars the night on ice draped in black silk…

the anatomy of a pause. give it space and watch it grow — i am trying to cultivate more calm give it space and watch it grow i’m not so good at it we aren’t taught how it feels impossible going against everything my nervous system is made of every fiber of going and pushing and doing the frantic loops are so familiar and dear to me because they…

i need fresh words tossed in salt and lime — senseless worry tumbles to numb i need fresh words tossed in salt and lime i kinda want ‘em to sting something with bubbles a tickle in my throat a little spicy. refreshing. unexpected. not sanded down. electric this is what i need. messy. raw. not so edited. not so pretty. wild and…

i will find a map of rest — i’m too tired to write precisely too tired to breathe. all i can do is sit and listen to my heart beating hard and fast in my chest cramped spaces can’t sing tears roll down my cheeks an electric summer rain. all i want is rest. going, going, going it can only…