September 14, 2026

A clay pot hardening in extreme
heat; a hawk hanging half-circle
ahead of the dive; a finished draft
not quite sent: change stays quiet
for a while, even as it churns.

Listen for the hush of it, my loves,
notice the peace of the unknown
in the moments the kiln cools
and remains closed, when the work is 
neither whole nor shattered. Focus

on the breath crowding your lungs
before the first note is sung.

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love notes
a ritual to start the week