08/19/2025
I spent the day processing.
Pulling weeds. Hands in the Earth, over and over. Giving a chance for the plants that were being choked out by vines that seemed to go forever.
I came across the cicada. I came across the praying mantis. It was the second one I saw this weekend.
I sat in this spot and had a cathartic release, so big, it felt unending.
I let it flow, the rumbles rolling out of me, over and over, and over.
I shed so many tears. Tears for me, and tears for others.
For those who choose not to look at their pain because it is so scary.
Running, from the thoughts within, from the stillness that creates space for things to bubble.
I sat here again, having leftovers with my sissy. Reviewed my reading from the weekend and reviewed my thoughts and feelings.
My heart aches. I honor the ache, I honor the tears and then...
I rewrite stories...
And so it goes.
