#7: Holding

In the May letter, I write from a hammock in Willow House, from a place of softness and vulnerability. The letter circles around holding - the paradox of having spent a lifetime holding space for others, and the deep longing to be held myself. I write about turning 44 and celebrating it in ceremony, in community, rocked and sung to and embraced by water - and what it unlocked. I share about the upcoming residency at Radar developing House for Homeless Grief, and ROOTED festival in June. The plant listening is with Rose, and the library brings a prayer from Pixie Lighthorse on grief as nourishment.

Read the whole letter here.