I. I think the sage might have survived the herbapocalypse. I’ll take it. At some point next week when I can carve out some time, I’ll replant the others. I might get some new pots since I’m pretty sure they would have survived if they were in something other than terracotta, which doesn’t hold water very well.
II. I don’t know how I feel about Hoʻoponopono from a ‘misappropriation’ point of view, but I know that I have just sort of naturally fallen into saying it every time I flick my Zippo (so, about two dozen times a day).
I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.
This little ritual is life right now.
III. Monday’s Journal Jam was pure magic. You can watch the raw full-length version here if you want.
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IV. Therapy today. Dread + hope. I really need some perspective, and I know she’ll give it.
V. Cobra Kai was amazing and kept me good company. Now what? Any recommendations?
VI. Life Book 2021 Taster Sessions begin on September 28th! They are free, and I’ll be there.
There will be all sorts of fun and healing things to do during this week and it will give you a gorgeous idea of what Life Book is all about!
If you already know that you want in on all the fabulousness, you can pre-register here.
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VII. This song is on repeat today.
VIII. On the last day of my weekend at the cottage, I sat in front of the Franklin Stove in the living room and fed my latest (written) journal page by page into the flames. I needed to purge all that writing – the questions, the assertions, the grappling, the denial. I skimmed as I tore the pages out and I realized that I knew what was coming for a long time. I knew, and I fought the knowing because it was just too painful a thing to accept.
We always know, though. We always know, and maybe next time I’ll listen to my own knowing sooner. Maybe I will learn how to trust myself and stop letting other people talk me out of what I know.
IX. I love you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. Thank you.
X. The problem with blowing bubbles in the house is they pop and coat the floor in soap, which makes for a slippery trip to the bathroom in the middle of the night. Guess who’s washing the floors today? Heh.
XI. This song, too.
I really thought I was just fine
But when I woke up this time
There was nothing to take you off my mind
Let it rain, let it rain
Over and over and over and over again
Let it rain, let it rain