volume one hundred and sixty-nine
a different kind of list
📍Written from the library in my favourite little beach town (on Darkinjung land) to take a day or two between housesits, while hot chip smells started filling the street for the day’s trading. It is once again thanks to
Nature Journalling for Writers course with .You gifted me monarch butterflies, flying weeds, The Wanderer.
You gifted me the seduction of saltwater.
You gifted me waves are not part of the ocean, but an expression she makes.
You gifted me a paused hand on the page is time for a swim.
You gifted me migration.
You gifted me fiery hues of sunset with tentacles to steal me away.
You gifted me a backpack is vitality.
You gifted me a hug I can never and always return to.
You gifted me a smile to myself.
You gifted me calling out “Ducks!” when I see them.
You gifted me sitting on a whale grave with nowhere to be.
You gifted me chasing my shadow.
You gifted me bare feet in sand over pedicures.
You gifted me do much less.
You gifted me stopping to smell the bubblegum-scented Port Wine Magnolia.
You gifted me slowing… right… down.
You gifted me spontaneity and dancing like a honeybee.
You gifted me beginning a daily chore then asking “But what if I didn’t?”
You gifted me Little Loz.
You gifted me eccentric serenity.
You gifted me euphoric exhaustion.
You gifted me the idea of someone to brush my teeth with.
You gifted me cheap hotels, just to hear the waves at night.
You gifted me hatred for alarms unless there is a plane to catch.
You gifted me befriending crows, not fearing them, is all in the geography.
You gifted me firsts on firsts on firsts.
You gifted me boredom.
You gifted me play.
You gifted me balancing on dandelions.
You gifted me altitude.
You gifted me Waxing Gibbous.
You gifted me green on blue on blue on green.
You gifted me a huntsman spider’s instinct, a koala’s vulnerability, a wombat’s intuition, a fairy wren’s zeal, a kookaburra’s jubilation.
You gifted me habit and released me of routine.
You gifted me a pen — it’s all you’ll need.
Lovely reader, head into the comments and tell me about something unexpected you were gifted with.
something i struggled with this week:
🪤 Coming to terms with my unnecessary connection to, and then the letting go of, stuff. Grateful for the constant support from a friend.
a blessing from this week:
🌅 Open windows and ocean breezes.
a goal for the coming week:
😌The more I allow myself to open that part of myself that wants to be free, I notice women so very differently. In awe and admiration and worship. I love women. Allowing myself to allow myself. I owe it to myself to be the truest version of me. Life is much easier there.
pics or it didn’t happen:
I love you and I appreciate you reading my letters because I really enjoy writing them to you.
yellow brick roaddddd xx
the gift of patience that came with taking care of my mom in her last years…and it keeps on giving