26.

Like a rolling cloud, beautiful and bountiful in the sky you roll into my life. I feel like I was just setting the scene for 25 - placing everything where it needed to be and flushing out what wasn’t mine to begin with. This year, I feel softer and stronger. A bundle of love wrapped tightly into my skin. Nestled and boundless. Empty of what’s not for me and full of all that I’ve missed. All I’ve yearned for. What I’ve howled at the moon and scolded the Sun for. Here it lies, in my heart I could tell you stories of how I overcame. I could speak of the glows and whispers, and I could scribble endlessly in a notebook that will gracefully house all my secrets. But it might be better to live in the fantasy this time around. Make the dreams come true and sit with them because they are for you. All 25 years, I thought being a bystander to all the love in the universe would make me more compelling. More interesting. Filled with more depth. And this year I welcome a new tune to ring truer, one that sings the songs of my heart’s joys. My heart’s triumphs and more importantly - the love I’m gifted, daily. 26, may you grant me even more clarity. Deeper, full bodied breaths and a heart that just won’t quit. Ever. Let’s dance, with all of our limbs. Let us sing a song that never ends. And the tears? Let them be sweet, tumbling down my cheek. Let the sadness be poem worthy, and the happiness sting the insides of my skin. I want to be alive, pulsing and strikingly present in my life. Happy Solar Return to me, here’s to hoping 26 is all that I want it to be.