Just This

Hello Dear Ones! It has been a minute, hasn’t it? I am gradually coming back around from a long period of not writing much at all, giving myself grace for the quieter times.

It would be so easy to try to lean into productivity, into putting tools in place so that I will produce on schedule and deliver often, but for now I am choosing to see this as the natural ebb and flow of my creative life. I see this as a time when the process goes quiet for a minute, to reorient and recommit to its own existence, like the cicadas that are emerging where I live. (More on that later this week!)

Today’s draft is inspired by a wish I’ve had for a while now.

I ask for twenty years.

Enough to mark this time in decades —

not years or months or days.

It seems an easy thing to me,

a compromise to age and nature,

to the vastness of our togetherness

that lives beyond the bounds of time.

Twenty years in nature — the smallest taste

of the ripest fruit.

Just enough to awaken the tongue,

to soothe the throat with warm, sweet juices,

to exhale a deep, contented sigh,

sinking into Yes.