from evy's notebook

i'm feeling more myself again, mending of my mind, finding pieces and picking their bickering preciousness, hold them close to my chest with care. i create and collaborate and feel the pieces popping into places made just for them. friends, friendship is a part of this for sure. i feel myself when i feel them, and we fuse into what feels new and also as old as anything ever was. and yet i feel distinctly me, see what separates sunshine from the skin where it falls. i sprawl across the grass, across my bed, reaching for the energy that fuels me. i rest frequently. i rest deliberately. the rest is me as well, but it's muted in my mind. when i feel most myself i am vibrant and shining, providing and provided for. with you in my life and i in yours.