oh boy. oh boy.
twelve months have almost passed since i last wrote.
these past months i have done many things other than write. many things. lots of dishes. laundry. vacuuming. (what a weird word that is.) i have done lots of crying and lots of healing. thanks to plant spirit medicine i have shed some of what i do not need. i have experienced lots of loving. i have watched my children continue to grow. boom. my oldest daughter has bigger feet than me. boom. both my children are in school all day.
i have experienced a lot of kissing these last twelve months. more kissing than vacuuming. which means there was a lot a lot of kissing going on (cause i really like vacuuming). lots of exquisite kissing. i have thought that maybe i should just post two pairs of lips touching so you would know where i was. but really that wouldn’t have done justice to the complexity of my year (or my days). you might think it was all roses. or dahlias. or cosmos. or green juice. or striped yoga pants. or you might think that i was only having the most incredible orgasms i have ever had. (i think i will write a whole post about that soon!) you might even think my year was spent lying on a beach in a bikini. but that just wouldn’t be true.
this year has been about beginning again. which is another way of saying that i have been learning to trust. i have been letting a man love me. sometimes this has been so easy and sometimes it has been so damn hard. i have been letting myself really love him. this too has been both sweet and simple and excruciating. beginning again is another way of saying that i’m teaching my heart to become un-broken. or maybe i’m not the teacher here. perhaps the plant spirits, my children, and my new partner are my great teachers.
perhaps i am “writing” a new story. my love story. and maybe i don’t need to write it alone. maybe i’m learning that we write together. or as my partner might say: “what are we going to dream into being?” what are we going to co-create?
i’m not sure what has stopped me from writing here. if i have time to scroll facebook….. i have time to write.
i decided to begin again. right now. i am grateful that i can.
can you almost see me press the publish button? just after you watch me spell check!
and after i find that photo i wanted to show you!