Road Trip Ramble
Hello friend,
The time between the March moon and the April moon is the longest of the year. I’m a she-wolf howling the entire month through. My goodness, I could do without the month of March. Spring hasn’t arrived in our Northern lake town, so we sought it out down South. I’ve been shaking off my winter skin among the dogwoods of North Carolina, the live oaks of Savannah, and the mangroves of Florida. The further South I roam, the closer to myself I get.
A she-wolf rests.
One revelation I’ve had on this road trip: until you visit a place yourself, it would behoove you not to speak on it. Because you don’t have the context, you haven’t heard a person’s story who’s lived there for generations, you don’t know the fabric of a place you’re walking into and even then, you’re merely a visitor passing through. Best you be a humble one, treading lightly, and take off your shoes so as to not leave a trace.
I’m fatigued by everything being the same. This adventure is getting me out of my own head and waking me up to the critical importance that we must not move through this life as reposts of one another’s avatars. Witness what is in front of you (off of your screen), ask yourself your feelings about it, and don’t share what you think. Just let it simmer within and see how it shapes you.
Dare to let your mind be bored.
It’s been 1 year of this newsletter!I appreciate those of you who have welcomed me into your inbox this past year, never knowing what you might get from me. Hopefully, there’s been a line or two you’ve enjoyed. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed celebrating the moon’s monthly cycle in this way with you. — Em
Originally sent to Substack subscribers in April 2023.
