[Stay tender. Touch a wildflower. Something I love about the desert is how hard everything must try. I see the flowers and
I’ve been feeling weary, despite my great attempts to go gently (which is against my very nature). It’s not the state of the world that I find draining, it’s watching how some humans treat other humans. It’s feeling that brute force on my own soul and taking it. Taking the hit.
I receive my lessons from the sage steppe. I see how things lean so the
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My goal this month has been to receive everyone around me with joy, with care, with compassion — even if I am upended or publicly crucified, personally attacked, affronted by grumpy and frumpy souls. I have strived to reach out with the light I know is in me and as a result, I feel such a deeply rooted joy. I cannot be capsized. There’s something to “loving thy enemy” and “turning the other cheek”. I’m not sure what it is in me that suddenly allows for this kind of tolerance, for I was born with a short fuse, but it feels good and it feels headed somewhere. Upward. Onward.
While this fire season already has me feeling lonely and overwhelmed at times, I am trying to let my friends love me. I keep saying yes. I keep my heart open. I talk. I share. I care. I text my mum. And best of all, I know there’s a greater plan, I keep