Life has a funny way of weaving. There are so many intimate happenings in my world right now that I could actualize on this page, but life’s too short for the nitty gritty and too big for emotions to go unnoticed. You might ask, “what is life for then?”
Love.
Moments of love I’m grateful for recently: seeing 9:11 every night since without fail, conversations with M&D purely for the sake of realness and care without an agenda ever, my LaLa Land cups, the crisp sound of red beneath my feet on the trails, S’s piercing green eyes focused only my words, weekly gifted homemade chai, P’s tight hugs without asking if I need it, the virtue ring on my finger holding my worth strong…
The stars above me shooting my wishes across the sky, T’s old fashioned values, the power of my legs and all we’ve been through, the way Marilyn Monroe pops up in my field, the letter M wrote just because, the warmth that house carries throughout every ounce of air, both K’s true gentlemanly ways, early morning quiet before the sun and most of all the love of being alive.
To feel the full spectrum of this earthly experience is the whole point of living, the core. It was an expectation of mine this year to define true happiness and I am so grateful to have that (a post for another time). Yet I sit here today more grateful to let myself feel the glitter underneath.
There’s a version of me left in 2024 who ran from feeling and hid every true thing until she eventually boiled over. That version of me is one of my greatest gifts, the one that keeps on giving.
This post is oddly specific and probably won’t make sense to you reading it. But if you take anything away from this, let it be that love is always around and with you through every phase of life. You don’t have to look very hard but celebrate it big always.
To the love that has most recently changed for me, you may have been black and white but you lit up our world in color forever.
-G
Fearless Free Soul 
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