Life stagnates in summer. Heat like molasses drags everything to a standstill. I can’t move. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I nap, and nap, and nap, taking cues from my cat curled up on the windowsill. And yet, the still pool of water breeds life. The clouds nourish the earth and pull blossoms from its depths. Perception changes everything. Even a small shift can kill demons and create new worlds. If life feels heavy, leave your body. Float above yourself and see the truth. Not everything offered should be accepted. Not everything banished should remain so. Find the balance between what is comfortable and what is necessary.
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