by Flo Brooks
This painting is everything I want and need this szn.
What do you see? I see chaos. I see joy. I see struggle. I see frustration. I see letting go. I see trust and community.
Poem of the Month
by Ada Limón from The Hurting Kind. Ada Limón was also recently awarded a MacArthur and this news filled me with so much joy this week.
The line "the way your mouth was always your mouth" has been haunting me all week with its perfect simplicity and beauty annnnd tbh — horror? THE HEARTBREAK AND LONGING IT CONTAINS OMG.
Thought of the Month
What leaves do you need to shed this fall until you feel as though "I had only the trunk of me left, stripped and nearly bare of leaves myself?“
I spent yesterday in my home with all the windows and doors open. The sun was shining. I needed to put a sweatshirt on. I watched the dog run in and out of the house and the leaves fall slowly from the branches outside my door.
I reorganized all of my clothes and my closet and put things in piles. Keep. Reuse. Donate. Letting go allows for new life, I remembered. I felt so good.
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