I’m in California for the week and spending my days prioritizing the sunrise and sunset. Witnessing the natural order of the day. Undulating waves pulling pebbles. Mussels clinging to a soaked rock. The salt bubbled foam cleansing and repurposing. Nature’s order- every day, all day- and always different.
What does it mean to give in to the natural timing of your life?
“Look What You’ve Done Sun”
I’m no better than you
I care about things I shouldn’t
I’ve made ugly mistakes
I’ve hurt good people and myself
I've drank too much
I’m ignorant and annoying and presumptuous and suspicious
I pretend. I write the way of the world, one small figment
of what I see and understand
A girl in a maxi, with chipped peach toes, and a sun
holding it down outside a screen door.
I’m just as frightened as you
to jump, to try, to fall in love, to inevitably disappoint.
If you saw the orange
glisten tonight I think you’d understand. It's bigger
There is bigness to your smallness
and it's impossible to know that every day
That's okay
When you get the chance,
let anything that doesn't speak in words,
remind you, pull you back to this flame 🌅