I don’t know what to write about these days but I really want to write for some reason.

Summer is just getting started and all the plans I was looking forward to have burned up before the heat even arrived. I’m trying to let that be a positive thing. Right now it’s a sad thing. My friends keep reminding me that sadness eventually ends. It’s hard to remember that sometimes though.

What do you do when you lose something important? I guess that’s the question on my mind these days. I’m so consumed by loss right now that it’s hard to see a way out. But it is summer. Hopefully I’ll be able to fill the gaps in my psyche, life and heart with something more my speed. Something that doesn’t leave me feeling so empty and used.

Letting go, moving on, forgetting. It’s easier for some people. I’m beginning to think that I’m easy to let go of. Easy to move on from. And forget?

Trees let go of their leaves each year. After they served their purpose of keeping the tree alive - they let them go. There will always be plenty of leaves to give life. Always more to use.

They don’t mourn the loss of those leaves. They move on without a second thought. But it’s different I guess, those are their leaves and their’s to let go of.

In other news, my pine syrup is surprisingly lovely so far and it still has a few weeks left to sit around and steep. I also picked balsam fir tips and it already might be my fave new flavour. I’m hoping my mental and life glow up track the same way as those two jars I have on top my fridge. Strange at first but trending towards delightful.

I wish this blog post could be more clear. Or that I could somehow make this blog useful to other people. But that would require letting people know I even do this.

Right now - I have no objective. I have so many emotions and I have a blog. Why not vent here. I mean I pay for this space.

So here I am, quietly screaming into this tiny corner of the internet that only I occupy.