This is the beginning of a list. No wait, this is a prayer for ease and support and health and love. Or maybe this is a love letter. This is a reaching out for simplicity and wonder. This is one way to write love letters. This is high summer.
Wild, sticky, slick with sunscreen and sand. Because the world is full of love letters.
Faces marked with melon, peach, grape, and blackberry. Scraped knees, elbows, toes.
Mosquito bite.
And we know how to write them to each other. We have to practice. And we can practice here. We can be in this world. We are in this morning. This world. I can have a body. The pain can be there. And I can notice the peonies.
Love letters for five year olds. Tea and flowers. That lightest pink yarrow. The glowing white. Full up. Full up. Full. Plum tree. Plum tree. Plum tree. Plum tree. Plum blossom.
And that our lineage feels like David Hockney. And high fashion queers who know their femme so intricately and beautifully that it is totally irresistible. We can rest in the messiness. And the rocks can be rocks with pyroclastic slow-motion voices.
The agates join the collection on the beach near my house with many others who came drug down from the currents through British Columbia.
Drug along the ocean floor. Does the air bring us back and move us through? Or is that the water? Small big world. A world to be in love. A world to be gentle and fierce.
Being is enough. Being is enough. Being is enough. Being is enough. Being is enough. Being is enough. Being is enough. Being. Being. Being. Being. Being. Being. Being. Being.
July’s Being and Breathing was so lovely. Subscribers will get access to this as well as everyone who came! Come to Being and Breathing in August 23, 6-7 pm PST. Can’t wait to see you there!
More classes are coming in the fall. I am working hard on them over here and can’t wait to share more soon.
Consider signing up to support this work of writing and investigating aliveness! And do it with me through the meditation series. Everyone who is a paid subscriber will have access to a growing library of meditations.
I love your love letter Chelsea!