 Late Saturday bled into a late Sunday. After bagels and coffee in bed I assumed we would rally to start our day of errands and to-do's. But as I cleaned up our breakfast ware, I saw the mister resume his tangled-in-the-sheets position and re-close his eyes. Instead of nudging him along to the tasks at hand , I followed B's lead and matched his pace, which really, was no pace at all. Choosing to succumb to the laziness not as defeat, but as surrender. I read and read and read. I snuggled in closer to him, mainly to sniff his token scent while he wasn't looking (and thus couldn't roll his eyes and call me weird...even though I'm positive he secretly loves it). I closed my eyes and drifted in and out of a soft sleep. I thanked God for each time he rolled over and placed a hand on mine, or intertwined our legs. We eventually crawled our way to the couch around 3pm. We googled and planned and booked the remaining pieces of our road trip -- a camping site here, a kayak tour there. More takeout ensued for dinner. With the sun barely beginning to set, we crawled back into bed. Slow down, it all whispered. And we were happy to oblige. In Gratitude, Trish
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 My Darling Girl, Stay wild. Put your magic out there. Believe in magic. Savor decadence, but remain humble. This balance will seem odd, but it is completely possible. See every damn corner of the world you crave -- you’re going to love it. Live where you are, fully, each and every moment you can. Breathe, eat, drink, sleep like a local, yet experience each treasure with the amazement of a beginner, a student, solving a riddle. Leave room for the unexpected happenings. These are your sisters and brothers across oceans and borders. You will not regret sharing time with them. You will not regret meeting them where they are. Play, and be nice. You are haunted by certain old choices because now you know better. It's incredible to be given another chance to do better. Do not waste these chances. (You weren't going to, for the record). I know you’re scared some of the time. Up and down. Inside out. What will bring peace? (We edited that so as not to sound selfish). I meant: what will make you happy? You’ve got fire in the veins, born for running with the wolves. Stop caring so much what others think, and use that energy to spread goodness, instead. Take in and receive goodness. Unplug. Power down. Folk rebellion. Write more, pen to paper, and be prepared to make real money doing it. Practice resurrection. It keeps getting better, I promise. Love your sister. (OK, that one is a given). The depth and importance of your relationship will continue to expand. The twin laughter you vibrate into the world will continue to act as medicine. "The sisters who light it all up". My gosh, how you will love her children. Love your partner, as well. Give him freedom to be who he is. The building you’re doing now is setting you both up for continued connection long into your shared life. I don't want to spoil anything, but damn -- you will really have some fun. Imagination is awesome, and worthy of your wandering thoughts. Let them guide your creativity and your passions with ease and lightness. Observe, but do not judge. Their secrets contain messages on how to move forward in love, in work, in family, in the world. Being outside is also worthy of your wandering. You hear it calling, yes? Answer, baby. Answer with enthusiasm and urgency; with bare feet and tangled hair, sun-kissed skin and lungs filled with freshness. Notice the details of each landscape, each building and hustling sidewalk, each crinkled leaf below and swaying branch above. Books are the best, so read like your life depends on it. Read before bed. Read while traveling. Read when you are feeling whole, and read when there is something missing. Read to your children, who will also love books in the ways that you do...who will listen with curious attention to the characters you bring to life from each page they help you turn. Yes, at last, your accented voices and animated impressions will find their most holy place in the world. You’ll write one, you know. You’ll go on a lovely and meaningful book tour for it, sharing and connecting, inhaling peace and exhaling joy. Your mama will be so proud. Your daughter, too. Writing and speaking are your gifts and your birthrights. Shine not because you can, but because you must. Honey, be free. I love you more everyday… Always, You (and me) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As a coach, I often give my clients writing assignments to help clear space, unpack complicated emotions, and channel the truth of who they are and what they want. I also work with my own beloved coach, to help hold myself accountable towards life, teaching, and growing. This particular assignment was given to me by said coach and focuses on the clarity gifted by a vision of your future self in reference to who I am becoming. The guiding questions were:
The trick is to really let it flow, without judgement or agenda. My own letter ended up being a bit more general advice-based, but as my future vision of "me" looks a lot like one of the mystical Aunts from Practical Magic, layered in jewels and flowing clothing, crinkled eyes and unapologetic laughter, face lifted towards the sky and arms open wide to take it all in..... I'd say this felt pretty damn accurate. |