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31 July 2015

Letters to July #2

Dear July,

I want to be honest with you. You scare me. Your reputation hides behind the umbrella of summer magic, but I think you're secretly in cahoots with August. I've got issues with August. Who do you want me to be, July? One part carefree, summer haze - twelve parts impending decisions and unsettling changes. How can you fit all those tricks up your sleeve? I wish your days would pass slower. Or maybe I wish that I could just wander more slowly through what you have to offer. I like you best when I'm still enough to notice how goofy you can be; the thunderstorm, tan line, melting Popsicle nonsense that bubbles up when I least expect it. That's why we love you, July. Because despite your sneaky, imminent doom, you always manage to remind me how to play, how to adventure, how to hope. Sometimes you manage to ruin every semblance of a plan that I can muster, but I've yet to be entirely disappointed by the outcome. So we beat on, July - you and I - two crazy peas in a pod. Keep teaching me how to make mistakes and mud pies; how to be messy and whole and ok all at the same time. I can't do it with out you. 

As always x




09 July 2015

Letters to July #1

Dear July,

Please be kind. I mean it. I'm meeting you once again ever so slightly bruised and almost barely willing, but I know that's what you do best. You've already marked me with freckles and blisters and ten million stories - each one begging for attention. Tip-toeing into your sponge-month days was hopelessly ineffective because you seem to be more interested in brimming and teeming and other various forms of overflow. But ridle me this, July, how do you balance the abundance and defeat that fill each of your days? Teach me. Every encounter is singed with your sunshine and heat; good and evil. You give more hours to wonder and more chances to chase. I'm not trying to point fingers, July, but you make it slightly difficult to keep up. I'll forgive the offense, if you promise to leave me stronger.

All my love x