A message to me

Dear Anna.

This is your wise inner sage and this is what I know about the stories you have to tell. And the wild awakenings you're ready for. And here is my advice for you.

Hiding behind seeking revenue is not serving you. This needs to get the bills paid has got you exactly that: You just got the bills paid.

It's time for more.

Visit the ocean, she is right there.

Visit the autumn leaves they're clinging on just to be adored.

Do some situps for goodness sake. Your lower back is more in tune with what you need than your brain sometimes.

Get out and see sunsets.

Even with your walking stick. Even with your so exhausted today. Even with your overflowing inbox.

The drama will wait, but these orange on fire. Let up clouds will never be seen in tonight's form ever again. Run.

Drink them in.

Fill your soul.

Let your eyes become alive with wonder. As you remember your place in the world from this purity of awe and insignificance and wonder that is your life.

This is your life.

And with all its jagged edges and lack of sleep and tales to tell, it is riddled with love.

So love.

Don't keep this relatable or workable or in the shape which you thought you would earn you redemption.

Feast.

On the nature that inspires you. On the people who hold their arms out in glory and laughter and shared plates and bread broken and prayers to a better future Written in poetry and love lines and remembering to reach outs and stitches.

This is the story you helped craft.

Go and live the Goddamn life out of it, in every delicious way that you can.

And come back and tell me all about it.