The space to grow
On togetherness, quick reflections, and allowing myself the space to grow
I’m not usually a writer of the night, but here I am, 9 pm on a Tuesday, wondering what wants to come through. Then again, things just come through when they’re ready to — I try to get out of the way as best I can.
Initial reflections on November ~ togetherness, open heart, you can never have too much cranberry sauce, ceasefire now, creation, contraction, what’s the point?, the point is everything, family time, sweetness abound.
Something I feel endlessly grateful for is the way Juulia allows me into her family sphere. For Thanksgiving, I got to join her & her siblings in their yearly Thanksgiving-in-Rhode-Island tradition.
When I was younger, I wished I had family time that looked like what a week in Rhode Island feels like. My family time felt more forced & strained than easeful & sweet. We didn’t have much in common besides being related, so things often felt like obligation rather than a true desire for closeness.
This year, I found myself looking forward to Thanksgiving. Time spent in Rhode Island reminds me of all the ways togetherness nourishes my heart —