Yesterday I was a small boat, sailing along a thin inter-coastal waterway. The tide turned suddenly, the wind was taken out of my sails; I became directionless. The air was heavy and disquieting, foreboding a coming storm. The water started rushing in, so I settled under the weeping willow tree. My sails were weighed down with water, my exterior perspiring. My hull and my heart were sunken a few inches down, lower and heavier than usual. Numbed, I called my love, โsave my ship, help me save my mind.โ There, in this calm place, I waited for the evening to pass, for the heaviness to lift.
This morning I awoke and I was a bird. Chirpy and energetic. Warmed up to move on. I flew to todayโs location with zero turbulence. I thought of my love and I felt light. I met my love and I felt joy. The home he creates - everywhere he goes - is a space that I can nestle into and rest. This space he carries with him, this space of love for me. I am happy to be here for the coming weeks. My wings, my frame, my mind, my spirit - everything feels lighter.
This is the mourning dove I referenced in the November Design Journal in 2022. Very beautiful. Here is a reel that I made about the mourning dove at the time.
P.S. -
Happy 22nd. I like the 22nd of the month so I wanted to post today. I traveled with my ESV Bible today, whereas I usually am reading my NIV Study Bible. So, today when I opened this Bible to Proverbs 22, I saw a message I had not seen in years, from a friend who wrote it in high school. These sorts of small moments make life feel enchanted. How enchanted and how divine!
Merci for reading. If you have any fun metaphors for moving through intense feelings, please share.
sincely,
This is so beautiful Sophie. You are a talented writer. I loved every word. Love you