comfort food.

The last few months have been somewhat of a whirlwind. There are alot of things to be thankful for, and there are a lot of thing, I am grateful to have let go and let pass. As the summer comes to a close, I find myself turning towards the sun in gratitude, for its power as nature’s disinfectant. I am grateful for the opportunity to just be, and to reset in spite of everything that has come my way.

This summer has been beyond busier than anything that I have imagined it to be, and then some. Perhaps it is the pent up release of two and a half years in isolation, that somehow everything; the city, the people, the new beginnings, seem to breathe a new sense of life and liberty to behold. I find myself drawing, as the season draws to a reset, to my spaces of creature comforts. The spaces that have kept me warm and contained amid the crazy that never seems to cease.

Perhaps September will find me in a happier place, a more restful space, a space where perhaps I can learn to hold heavy for feeling and not choose to dwell but release it. The transitions of the days are always hard, and I’ve already started to notice the days grow shorter. The last of the summer is here, with all the possibility and wonder that has escaped us these last few years. There is a normalcy that is returning, not in what was nor what could be, but what is. A simple note of being, as the sunflower draws to the sun, I draw myself to my spaces that. keep me, and continue to do so.