soil, sun, wind, bathe, repeat

dear ones,

full with transplanting seedlings, lining sugar snap seeds in a new bed, laughing with friends with soiled hands and a few cookies.

in the last few weeks, i have embraced my love of cookies. with this silly acceptance comes acceptance of other, larger puzzle pieces. perhaps, probably, there is more grief inside--lost dreams--but some mysterious dirt-way i feel a settling inside me. with that, an expansiveness. a willingness to dream new dreams that look different than i ever thought i would want. feels like a loved hand resting on my back, between my shoulder blades, a warmth and a gentleness against that precious place we curl around as life breaks and strengthens us.

i think it is the soil and sun and wind and focused inspiration i feel out there in my garden. very mysterious, how awesome it is to be there, to do there. and then i come in and bathe it off (or in?) and suddenly my life feels much larger than it has in years. we're going to be okay.

i wanted to let you know, you who love me so. thanks.

kate.