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It is April (and I am 20-something)

April is the hardest working month of the year, I think --

it faces and embraces every element of weather,

yet is expected to prepare the earth for regrowth and balance.

Her mantra even says "you will bring May flowers".

It is the month we want to lose, until we lose it;

she is April ~

a month so vast-in-weather, we can barely understand:

she can't breathe in the absence of daylight

her wind turns turbulent and confused,

hair immediately bunned & swiped northward


she breathes easy in a run of sun

her energy turning paced and beautiful,

feet eventually grounded & headed back west

April is a badass, assiduous as hell and far too kind to ever truly explain.

She recognizes that her weather will drive grief, loss, struggle and confusion:

trees will hesitate, plants will freeze, seeds will fear their push through the soil.

My most recent April took a favorite backyard tree, a life and a friend.

Grief and loss show up fierce and everyone experiences it differently.

For me, I binge.

I binge silence,

I binge workouts,

and I binge a song....

twenty something by Nightly

When I say binge, I mean it.

It is the only song that holds space in my car to and from work

and the only song that plays in my headphones.

It is at hundreds-of-repeats and it is how I heal ~

a familiar rhythm maintains my pace when i am lost

the right beat reminds me to feel my heart

the volume increases when i need to cry

and softens when i have to face the world

more than anything, it assures me that i won't forget

(because that's what i am most afraid of)

the song becomes my roots.

grounded to this place and time,

and a reminder of all that is beautiful.

I don't suggest you respect April in the way I do,

nor grieve in the way I do.

But I do suggest that you grieve

and that you heal,

in the same way the world does.

April did her job, as challenging as it may have felt.

She left the earth forcefully, yet prepared for regrowth.

Trees will bud, flowers will grow and seeds will push through the soil.



"You are a gift"

I am so glad you are here and I hope these words have found you at the right moment.  Your time, energy & presence is noticed and appreciated.  

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