of course after leaving my love, i’m sick… it seemed to happen on the airplane but has only gotten worse 2 days later. not only am i shitting up a storm, but my person is nowhere to be found.
so as i pout around my house, trying to rest and drink bitter tea, i wanted to share this prompt i found of my grandmother’s, who was a writing teacher, painter, poet, mother etc. i find it fills me with gratitude for life even in trying times.
what would you miss most when you die?
my response: Good food, friends and family, sex and cuddles, rain, thunder, birds, butterflies, animals, live music, flowers, dancing, laughing, hosting people creatively, sunsets, hiking, wilderness where you can’t hear any cars or see any ugly buildings, trees and how they hold hands and are good communicators, sobbing freely, bleeding, massage, light touches, butter and good bread, coffee (lattes), natural wine, IPAs, dressing up to get a fancy cocktail, chocolate, ripe fruit, eating a meal someone made for you, making a meal for others, smelling the food cooking, reading at cafes and in general, writing/poetry, unexpected good conversations with strangers, candlelight, swimming in natural bodies of water, noticing the moon, seeing new places, spirituality, ritual, philosophy, consoling others, being consoled, saying hello to neighbors, being forgiven, forgiving others, loving and being loved, being known and being reminded by someone doing something very specific that you’d like, childhood memories
what is yours? feel free to share as a comment xo
your tarot pull:
