An invitation to February aliveness
Dear friends,
My heart has been breaking open so easily lately. Everything has the potential to make me cry. Like this, from a novel I was reading the other day:
“His breath raked over his teeth, going in ice, coming out fire. Insects shocked the air with electric clearness. Ten thousand individual hairs grew a millionth of an inch on his head. He heard the twin hearts beating in each ear, the third heart beating in his throat, the two hearts throbbing his wrists, the real heart pounding his chest. The million pores on his body opened.
I’m really alive! he thought. I never knew it before, or if I did I don’t remember.
He yelled it loud but silent, a dozen times! Think of it, think of it! Twelve years old and only now!”
This is from Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury, and I recommend it for introducing you back to your own aliveness. (I have to introduce myself often.)
I have something else for you—another introduction to your aliveness. If you say yes, you will have to wait until February, but maybe it will be a good wait.
Consider yourself officially and enthusiastically invited: https://itspostday.com
There may be form-related bugs. I’ve tried to iron them out with the help of a few of you (THANK YOU) and I think I may have done it. But I am building a site by hand for the first time in a decade, and I’m nervous about the results. So if you are planning to write very many words in your entry (write as many as you like! I will read them all!), you might also want to save them somewhere in case there is failure.
With all the aliveness I can muster,
Sarah