Dear P. ,
I love you girl. The highs and lows of your mood, the inconsistencies in posting, the moments taken to reflect and let moments live. You are the reflection of everything I've wanted in this moment, the ability to appreciate but never get comfortable. The grounded state of not knowing and the leaps of trying something new.
I hope that you can find it in your schedule for us to meet some time soon, I miss the youth in your smile, the strokes of your pen, the talking out loud to achieve tones, the shaking of a poet's anatomy before getting on stage. Standing on stages like nothing happened prior to that moment. I hope you find it in your schedule for us to reflect, to watch others and awaken the performance, the gift, the boldness to remember what those moments should mean.
The moments taken to reflect on the meaning in between, stay up at night as you like. I know that you are most alive in these moments. Remember to get your beauty sleep too, you need to keep yourself in sync with everything required of your journey. Travel easy, laugh light, feed heavy. Confuse every attendant with your very being. Being how you are, without a doubt as goofy as you like.
You are a movement within yourself, the willingness of sisters coming together to create greater impact and care for the baby. When the world pushed normal you claimed 'We're in the weird business, we've never known usual.' Guard your thoughts, your faith, your passion, your kindness, everything that will be out of their season but not yours.
One more thing. Step outside that front door and claim the world as your own, you can flip the script as you please. You are a scented and essential flavor that brings color to life's gray scales, the very reconnecting of nerve cells almost dying, the innervation of cardiac muscles excited by the presence of words. You are my poet, my friend, your words are my first love, your notebook has saved me many times, I am a collapsed pile of sheets melting in the smooth of your voice, I am closed eyes wanting to catch everything you have to say.
My last line much like the first, I love you girl.
I love you girl. The highs and lows of your mood, the inconsistencies in posting, the moments taken to reflect and let moments live. You are the reflection of everything I've wanted in this moment, the ability to appreciate but never get comfortable. The grounded state of not knowing and the leaps of trying something new.
I hope that you can find it in your schedule for us to meet some time soon, I miss the youth in your smile, the strokes of your pen, the talking out loud to achieve tones, the shaking of a poet's anatomy before getting on stage. Standing on stages like nothing happened prior to that moment. I hope you find it in your schedule for us to reflect, to watch others and awaken the performance, the gift, the boldness to remember what those moments should mean.
The moments taken to reflect on the meaning in between, stay up at night as you like. I know that you are most alive in these moments. Remember to get your beauty sleep too, you need to keep yourself in sync with everything required of your journey. Travel easy, laugh light, feed heavy. Confuse every attendant with your very being. Being how you are, without a doubt as goofy as you like.
You are a movement within yourself, the willingness of sisters coming together to create greater impact and care for the baby. When the world pushed normal you claimed 'We're in the weird business, we've never known usual.' Guard your thoughts, your faith, your passion, your kindness, everything that will be out of their season but not yours.
One more thing. Step outside that front door and claim the world as your own, you can flip the script as you please. You are a scented and essential flavor that brings color to life's gray scales, the very reconnecting of nerve cells almost dying, the innervation of cardiac muscles excited by the presence of words. You are my poet, my friend, your words are my first love, your notebook has saved me many times, I am a collapsed pile of sheets melting in the smooth of your voice, I am closed eyes wanting to catch everything you have to say.
My last line much like the first, I love you girl.
Much Love,
Pebble$ on the other side of the computer screen.
