Hey friend,

How are you? How could anyone possibly be? It feels as if we are bolting as people - throwing out our most dazzling flowers and our worst horrors - plummeting towards an end. And maybe we are nearing an end? Or maybe that is just what every generation thinks. I had a conversation with a friend this summer about being in constant oscillation between wanting to end it all and wanting to live forever. Sometimes that line becomes a circle, and the feelings coexist. I’m working in patterns lately, seeing them as a physical manifestation of time cycles, and building my own little time capsules.

I have been trying to process my feelings about moving away from Florida - a place I became so many versions of myself. The gulf, the swamp, the heat, the endless varieties of citrus, and the year round growing season are now a part of me. I continue to grow things here, and it feels small but magical. My marigolds bloomed in a surprising brilliant yellow, and I see them as a mirror. Moments like this are when everything aligns. The light hits the water at just the right angle and I see the green flash. The endless barrage of input and information changes frequency, and although the static does not stop, I can find space in it as a system I know how to navigate. I feel my feet below me on the sandy bottom. I lift, and float, and watch the clouds pass above. The water is warm, and I am water too. What makes it all make sense for you?

Blue skies,

Lucia

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