I’m hanging onto the last days of summer here in Oark. When I feel anxiety, which is often, I try to go for a run with Ernesto, my parent’s dog, and then jump in the creek. I throw rocks to scare away the lurking water moccasin. I’ve been writing letters every morning, trying to feel connected, and that the world can be a good place.
This reminds me of a poem by Wendell Berry, "The Peace of Wild Things".
The world can be a good place ... because you’re in it ❤️