loose threads

Ah, the drawn, sweltering days of summer. Fire season looms.

Opine a pine, hark!
Fire coaxes open cone
Baby forest born

We’re halfway through my little project, and y’all, my brain is tired. June ended weird; I had a monumentally earth-shifting experience while someone in the family was actively passing away. It was so so odd being suspended in a beautiful bubble delirious on hope while everything else around me caught fire and fell apart. To say the month has been extreme is putting it mildly.

When I started this project, it was to push myself outside of my comfort zone and see if I could stick to it for the entire month after not writing consistently for over a decade. So far, so good! It’s astonishing how difficult it is to condense your thoughts and feelings into a pre-existing structure. I could benefit from a thesaurus but my entire practice is still forming itself; I have never taken my writing this seriously before and it is both exhilarating and frustrating as hell.

Halfway, exhausted 
Trust the ebb and flow, my dear
It is almost time