Among the Sunflowers: A Late Summer Letter from Home

We’ve been greeted by Leo season with an abundance of pale yellow buttery blooms along our sunflower wall, which has become a favorite ritual of our growing season. We flow between the hot, humid sun overhead in the garden and the reprieve of the brand new air conditioning we received, a potent medicine for summer sleeping especially. I have been feeling guilty lately that the television has been on, that our dinners are simple, that I am feeling tired. Truth be told, I’ve been giving my energy to things, and people, that sorely don’t deserve them. And maybe its because we are at the end of a nearly week long stretch where we didn’t leave the house because both children haven’t been feeling well, or maybe the moon in cancer is hitting me in the fixed sign feels, but I have been aching more than ever for physical community. A friend stopped over today with both hands full of garden gifts; bags of gooseberries for Bodhi and Fern, and a large colander of currants for me. And between those currants given with love and her hug, it was a medicine I’d needed. Friends, my only offering to you for this season is not a thing at all. Rather, it’s a wish.

Remain soft. You need not fight fire with fire. If there are flames inside of you, fan them with creativity, ecstasy + joy. You are free to show up wholly as yourself- no one will ever be all of the beautiful, shiny bits of you. Let storytelling be a medicine. Appreciate the intimacy of connection and support. Know the power of words and use them as a balm, so long as they are the truth. Spend more time in the analog world. Preserve the hours of your days like a coveted jar of summer jam. Find a circle of people who love unconditionally and dance together in the golden light of summer, among the sunflowers.

In gratitude + connectedness,

Holly