Each time I choose to bring my body outside, I feel better.
I brought my body over to the creek, squatted down low to look at all the leaves in the water, and listened to woodpecker calls. Turned my head whenever twigs snapped, hoping to see a deer, or maybe that cat that’s been cruising by lately, or catch another sight of the little grey fox that me and Clare both saw at different times (we think it’s the same one, we were both surprised at how small it was).
I wake up in the morning and think lucky lucky lucky
It is hard to not feel grief in all things right now. so I try to embrace everything with all my tenderness and might, how grateful I am to be in your presence, please let me witness you, thank you.
Lucky lucky lucky
I am sending you love from right at the edge of this creek,
Marielle