There is a memory I always associate with spring. My brother and I would run out into our driveway in our swimsuits, stomping barefoot through the puddles, legs streaked with dirt. We’d rush to the row of lilac trees bordering the road, and took turns standing beneath the clusters of flowers.
Incredibly lovely, as usual, Ashley. I especially love your thoughts about being "think-y" -- I, too, am almost unbearably thinky; I, too, exercise to feel more present in my body; I, too, don't have it figured out -- how to pull on the tether of my brain and bring it down to where the rest of me is. It's always comforting to me, though, to read that others have the same experience and today, on the anniversary of a death of my loved one, all the rest of it, too -- thank you.
Incredibly lovely, as usual, Ashley. I especially love your thoughts about being "think-y" -- I, too, am almost unbearably thinky; I, too, exercise to feel more present in my body; I, too, don't have it figured out -- how to pull on the tether of my brain and bring it down to where the rest of me is. It's always comforting to me, though, to read that others have the same experience and today, on the anniversary of a death of my loved one, all the rest of it, too -- thank you.