Fellow wyrd ones! I write to you as the moon nears fullness and I am stretched well past my capacity. The lilacs and iris are blooming in my garden. My body feels like it is underwater, slow to respond and heavy. My cups are running over, and not with spiritual nectars of my choice, but with several “shoulds,” missed communications, and many unregulated emotions. My breathing is shallow, even as I take in the dappled sunlight filtering through the maple tree outside of my studio window. The past two weeks have been some of the more stressful in recent memory, as a caregiver for a family member bouncing from the ER to the ICU and navigating all the medical terminology and consent conversations in between. Today, I smell the lilacs in my garden and they bring me inches closer to being back in my body.
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