Welcome back to Thirty-One, the project where I attempt to write something every day for a year. If you missed any previous issues, you can find them by clicking here. Sorry this one is late. I cheated a little and skipped a few days. I got them all in, though!
Day Thirty-Six (June 1st) Gaze at the moon. Take a walk and let the lunar lady illuminate the path. You’ll find your way, and you’ll be there together. Day Thirty-Seven (June 2nd) Take off your shoes and put on your favorite song. Make the meadow your dance floor. Ask your heart what it needs, then whisper the answer to the earth. Day Thirty-Eight (June 3rd) Trees have the courage to stand tall in the face of time. I don’t think I could stomach that much life. Yet I long to be a tree, to sway in the wind and let time take a new shape, to unfold like a fresh bud bursting forth. Day Thirty-Nine (June 4th) This journey is not linear, not when we can relive the past and imagine the future in the split second it takes for neurons to fire and synapses to pass messages from once cell to another. Celebrate not knowing. That’s where you’ll find possibility. Day Forty (June 5th) Fear is a vice grip on your insides. Relief is an ice-cold gulp of water on a blazing summer day. Neither is permanent. Day Forty-One (June 6th) Driving down an old road, I noticed a new tree. Bright yellow flowers blared from its branches as if the sun shone a spotlight down on that one being. I looked for too long, and yet it wasn’t long enough. On my way home later, the sight was no less marvelous, that tree of light. Day Forty-Two (June 7th) Let process become ritual. Witness what shifts.
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