Welcome lovely people! It’s Sunday, November 19, and the autumn sun is radiant through our windows. Last week, I flew the ocean to get to my best friend in Barcelona. You know when you just need the presence of the ones who can hold your soul and everything in it? We shared in the spiritual food of the ordinary that becomes otherworldly, just because of who we’re with; Laughing, walking, making and eating food, driving. I called her like we were down the street. “Can I come over?” She asked, “when can you be here?” Home like that is something I will never take for granted.
The mornings in her apartment were full of light, the sea rolling just down the hill. I borrowed her space and her yoga mat and her pen. I wrote the date in the top corner like I always do but the rest felt too exposed in the bright light of my page. I kept staring at the light filtering through my coffee mug, the window, the curtains, and the shadows they laid on my journal. Tracing the dark lines, where they met the light, created a safe haven for my words. Like the truth couldn’t bare to stand in the light just yet. So I traced the shadows of the cat’s tail and the coffee spoon and my own shadows revealed themselves.
“I’m drawing the shadows on the page as they come. How they bleed together into grey. Where does light end and begin again? Am I tracing the shadow dancing on the edge? Or is this how I attempt to hold the light? I write these words in the shadows of the window. Words in the margins of the sun and all she didn’t get to say.”
Set up by a window or anywhere with shadows'
Set your journal down in the light and trace the shadows
Write in the outline of the shadows (or the light!)
Thank you for reading and participating and letting it sink in. This project nourishes me as much as I hope it does for you.
-n
This one really speaks to me, they all do, but I'm eager to give this one a try. I so look forward to all of your posts 🩷