Glimmers of joy and hope
When I don’t know how to talk about what I want to talk about, I start with the facts. I used to shame myself for this (“Why can’t I just get to the point?!”) but I see now that it was and is a brilliant way to ease my system into the moment—really, to ease my system into what is needed, which was and is always internal safety.
Today it is gray and dark and full of thunderstorms. I took a work intermission to go get porch furniture and a bleeding heart plant from someone on Facebook Marketplace with Juulia.
Truthfully, there’s a lot quietly bubbling under the surface and in the background, much of which are things I don’t feel quite ready to write about. They are still in their sweet processing phase.