July: Full Spectrum

Love note to self

It’s okay to try to keep it all together and it’s okay to lose your shit. Nothing is really ever kept and nothing is ever really lost. 

But still I look for safety.

Sitting on the ground in my backyard. In silence, by myself. 

Eyes closed, somewhere between meditation and mesmerization.

I am seen in broad daylight.

 Full Spectrum. 

It is a celebration of all the things we were before and all things that arrived here with us. 

We are not too much and we are most certainly not too little. 

She is all of it.

A concoction of the finest.

The spicy, the sweet, the bitter, the sour, the contrasting, and the complimentary. 

To love you in the darkest moments is to love you for all the lightest parts.

Honor your emotional range, mental tones, and humourous arts.

I am terrifying and strange, and my God am I precious.

So sweet self, I ask you to be patient as you learn, release, and endure discomforts all in an effort to allow that full spectrum moment to be more common. 

Week to week we change, we go through real chemical and physical changes with visceral depth, and the world may never catch up or try to. 

So, my lovely self- be. All of it. 

Full Spectrum.