I think I have cried every day for the past month. Silently flowing things, the kind that falls like a leaf flutters in the season where the sun can be bright, sharp but thin and the air is crisp on your skin. I have moved into my new home and I love it, it’s the house that love built, late night, 5am bedtimes, tears and skipped dinner plans, pep-talks from my mother, encouragement from my girlfriends, frantic emails to editors and producers and me praying on my knees whispering , “I have a lot to say, my chest weighs with it, please let me say it,”. Pouring and pouring and belief, ardent belief.
“It’s quite natural for things to fall and gravity exists for a reason”. WHAT A GORGEOUS SENTENCE. This really took my breath away in such an unexpected way. Your writing is a balm, a salve, a tonic!
Everybody stop what you are doing! New Bolu piece!!!
thank you ❤️
This was so so so so stunning. Thank you for sharing 💕
Missing you on Twitter already, but hope you are taking care of you - there’s something about small spaces (under desks, in closets, etc.) that gives permission to let it all go, and that’s beautiful! ❤️
Beautiful you! ❤️
it was very peacefully reading your text, the bits about the leafs
I wish you a good December
This captures so beautifully the collective grief we are all carrying in this world and how that collides with our own "little-big stresses" thank you for sharing and speaking to our souls.
Your write so beautifully. The words really do flow like honey. I hope that for the ache this month has brought you, December comes with lots of love and embraces. PS: I’m super excited to see you next week Saturday. I’ll be the girl fangirling. Pls don’t think I’m weird 😩