Living by the ocean, this is the sign I look for every year that winter has finally broke.
The coast is waking up today!
The first ribbon of water opening as the ice breaks and separates, and the first of the fleet being moved into place. The lobsters are coming out of hibernation, and the fishermen are shedding their thick outer coats of polyester.
I like the rhythm of a season finally finding its feet.
๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐ฒ.๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐๐๐.๐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ? ๐ ๐ญ๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ. Because itโs not just how she looks.Itโs how she sees me.How she touches like she means it.How her closeness doesnโt just inviteโbut claims. If you’re a woman who’s ever given that to someoneโIf youโre a woman…
Iโve watched people cling to apologies because hope feels safer than grief.But grief is honest. It frees you.Hope is beautiful, but not every situationโor every personโdeserves yours.
I had to buy ice and strawberries and motor oil today.None of that felt romantic.But if Iโd been buying them for someone else, it mightโve.
Some people donโt need words either. Their beauty is felt.I’m posting PEI summer in the middle of winter, because today needed a reminder.
To me, healthy love doesn’t look like a cycle of panic and grand gestures. It looks like a steady rhythm of small, ordinary evidences. Itโs the regular heartbeats of showing each other weโre each’s other in all the small ways. Not a dozen roses because Iโm โin trouble,โ but materializing back at the cart while…
๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐You donโt have to explain everything right away.You donโt have to shrink the ache down to something digestible.You donโt even have to be okay yet.You just have to show up honestly.And they donโt flinch.They donโt rush to fix it.They just stay.Thatโs what it looks like when someone can hold…
