A little life
A lazy newsletter from a summer sloth
It is July, and my life consists of tiny moments. I somehow don’t look so far into the future and feel no pressure to create perfection or be perfect. I reflect deeply on my patterns and past, seeing soft ways to heal. Life doesn’t feel big right now, and it is marvelous.
Here are some nice and noteworthy things:
Making granola gives me enormous joy, and I am trying to find coconut flakes, which I know will take it to yet another level. Breakfast is a currently a love letter.
My social life is so abundant at the moment, I feel like I am being carried on a rose petal bed without a worry in sight. What a gift. On the other hand, I am deeply enjoying my time alone. The underlying fear of not being good enough has gone on holiday, and I see solitude as a peaceful necessity.
I prioritize going to the park on my days off to get some green on my back and sun on my face. It makes me feel kissed and caressed, and my body is bathed in the feeling of summer. The smell of sunblock on my skin, freckles on my face. Following are beautiful aspects about being in the park:
— Seeing the wind blow through the leaves of my favorite tree. It is a solid form of entertainment.
— I have finally found a way to put sunblock on my own back. It took some practice, but I am now proficient in solo bronzing.
— I used to be puzzled by sounds of cheering and car horns in the distance, sometimes even a group of drums. I honestly thought it was an illusion, because it made zero sense. This week I understood that it came from city hall just outside of the park entrance. People cheer and honk when couples come out after getting married. It happens many times a day.
— Groups of toddlers on school field trips sitting in the shade under a tree having lunch. Afterwards, they are allowed to run around like complete maniacs without any sense of personal space.
I currently have no ambition. So I look forward to small moments. A drink with a friend. A sunny walk to work. A good night’s sleep. Any conversation with a loved one. Lunch! As my dear friend Ryan would say:
The little things are the big things.
Small birds, a good cry. A new book. Waking up to a new day. Hope for the future….
I have to go now, I’m biking to the park.
Ciao!
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