buzzing all around
Calliope closes her eyes. She feels a cool breeze caress her cheeks, hears the rustle of leaves, and absorbs warmth from the sun.
After a morning of connection and intake, Tal and Nia are in a heated discussion about today’s love letter.
“I-yyyyeee want to write about the dress!” Thalia stomps her foot. “After watching Charlie Berens talk about doubling down on what makes him — him — we can say that Loveletterist has found gold in doing the same. Ditching those silly yo-gahhh pants for dresses.”
“Yes — and,” Nia turns her head and tries to stifle an eye roll, “I think we really have something with — the most beautiful thing I never saw coming — from Mr. E —MYSTERY.”
“The love letter is written.” Calliope closes the laptop. “Now let’s have some lunch and take Henny on an adventure.”
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
~Friedrich Nietzsche
A note from Loveletterist:
Some days the dancing stars come easier than others. 😂
Embrace the chaos and keep going.
“I’ve got to bee me, I’ve got to bee me, daring to try, to do it or die, I’ve got to bee me!”
But, no more yoga britches? The tailored A-line dresses are dandy in their place. But for yoga class?! “There’ll be some changes made.” 🙃 (My jukebox overfloweth)
Confession: I missed Matt Eicheldinger’s remarks as I’m not an Instagrammer. I read the “subtitles” but without voice and inflection I think I missed a lot.
Mirrors are unforgiving... off to Face Yoga! 😁