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The Day Ahead

I might walk tomorrow. And sit. With trees and music and life flowing through every piece of wild in my soul. My energy hasn’t been flowing as nicely of late, and where the old me wouldn’t have noticed any change in my being whatsoever, the new me looks at the trees and wonders why I can’t feel into their branches today. Why music is just there, and not the magic it became after the universe woke me up to my extra feeling self.

I have one errand to run in the morning, and then after snuggling my little muffins and sending them off for a fun day with Dad…it’ll be just me in my world for a day. Me and some trees, and hopefully the Soft Girl, who will very likely be tempted out from hiding by the trees and the music that call her.

Anyway, it’ll be lovely. Perhaps while I sit among the forest, with my eyes closed to the breeze, I might think of some things. I might think of taking my bubbas out into the forest one day when they’re bigger. I might think of how proud I’ll be to show them that it’s okay to be the crazy girl who places her palms upon a tree trunk and closes her eyes while she does it. The girl who smiles into the sky when her heart feels all shiny and nice, and calls that very feeling the essence of her soul.

And then there’ll be tomorrow evening. The evening will bring me an entire night with one of my dearest friends. There’ll be too much wine. Maybe some burgers. Probably some tears. Plenty of smiles. And talk of somewhere over the rainbow, that place just beyond the wall that our eyes and hearts just cannot see yet.

Perhaps I’ll fill you in on my adventures another day. Perhaps it all might be so wonderful that I’ll need to spill the happy onto someone nice.

Like you.

forest with concrete steps
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By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

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