good better best 📬
A year ago, my body was recovering and I was becoming a version of myself that waited many years to be realized. The change was not without cost and it’s not perfect and yet, every single day I am grateful for what top surgery has given me. As I tried to write about this, I am sensing that there is much left to say about the topic. In the meantime, i have made this little zine.
Birthday Queen, you know what I mean. Lover of bikes + family + all the pecan pie (oh my!) You teach us that the swear words are always/never/can't, to follow our dirt DNA, and to find the play. Thank you for reminding me that we are good outside, better after rest, and best when we work together.
Walk the shore, let your body and mind wander, listen to the wind and waves and loves. Let the fears and dreams and sun and breeze wash over you. Mostly just pay attention. Mostly just keep going on. There is more than one way to be at home. #godo #holdfast—————–Summer goal: walk the shoreline from the Platte to Good Harbor completed October 1st
Good morning from my beloved school house table. And hello from daily pancakes (yeah it might be a problem)from reading Mary Oliver the day after her birthday (because yesterday required an evening swim instead)from a newly-turned voracious reader sitting next to me (such joy!)from the postcard bookmark which is actually fan mail (sent to my cat, not me)Soon I'll stand up and put on pants (or shorts) and get on with my day. Soonish anyway.But first, this chilly breeze at the table, this food, this reader and that reader, this gratitude, this home spun dream.