Hope, Crows, and That Face You Make Eating a Lemon

On self-expression

“But won’t they think I’m different?” asked bird.

“Hopefully,” replied fox. “But does it really matter?”

Thoughts while making The Diorio mobile
She talks to butterflies and bugs and often turns around just to see where she’s been.

She likes the color green and blue and one she calls “lovely” because it just is.

She’s amazed by almond butter and lint and that moment right after she exhales.

She thinks in rhythms + cycles + that thing deep inside that doesn’t fit the measure of either.

She frequently pauses.

Not for any reason.

Or because it’s convenient.

But because she can.

And she doesn’t like leaving cans undone.

Like many, she adores the smell of rain on hot asphalt.

And the moment just before.

Sometimes her thoughts move too quickly for her heart.

So, when she remembers, she waits.

And welcomes.

She can be impatient + indecisive.

And she’s okay with that.

“A good life takes time,” she says. “But I don’t have to like it.”

She trusts all paths weave together somewhere. Or they won’t.

Thanks to Denis Morton she knows “cadence and resistance come together like Voltron to create output.”

On the bike. And in life.

She knows this to be as true as gravity + heartache + the face you make after eating a lemon wedge.

She’s known pain.

And joy.

And the between.

Accepting, if sometimes begrudgingly.

She can often be found walking in circles.

Reminding herself very few things are linear.

Even the flight of crows.

It’s been hard, but she still has hope.

And leaves the garden gate open.

“Watering and weeding go hand in hand,” she says.

She wants me to tell you you’re worthy, and special, and loved.

She wants me to tell you again that you are worthy, and special, and loved.

And, yes, she wants me tell you again:

You are worthy.

You are special.

You are loved.

Who can you share this message with today? Psst, maybe start with yourself?