Honeyed Hope

as delivered to you by: Mooshy Gums of Ash

The thing is,

I know better.

I know better than to be listless and morose, floating through days, sort of just… waiting for the end.

But I feel addicted to it. I can’t stop.

I took a year off from committedly “doing the work," and it shows.

I was just tired.
Tired of the circles of healing, I just wanted to pause and
now I find myself sinking.

I hope your days are finding you better.
I hope you hold onto any winds of growth sprouting in your life,
working your wings, letting it take you onward.

Onward and upward...

I used to tag that around Salt Lake City back in 2012.
Lifetimes ago, but I feel her memories buzzing under my static skin
now.

                                              The thing is,

I remember what hope feels like
the taste of rain and smell of honey

& I hope it pours over you now & I hope it drips
me into a future
I want to fight for.

I yearn to believe that from the depths of my core.

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A hui ho,

Julia