it’s the year of the cicada.
…shedding old skin,
and slipping into new.

it’s the year of choosing more wisely.
…choosing the people + things that don’t make
our wholeness, but strengthen it.

it’s the year of reveling in what we have.
…releasing ourselves from outside pressures
of having more things to fill whatever voids
we carry in the pits of our being.

it’s the year of growth and falling in love.
…again.
and again and again and again.
with ourselves
with each other
with you.

through the eyes of my sister feeler, this is us.

to marty, jo and sam… may you always always always feel the weight of my love.

my gratitude to you jessica, is insurmountable. it’s heavy with the feeling of sweet relief knowing that these exist. to be truly seen is a gift. YOU are a gift, to this world, and to me.