every road is holy

late summer collections

Hello friend,

I write to you from deep summer in Seattle. The city is cloaked in lush trees, greenery. I make eggs in the morning, then sit outside in the sun with my eyes closed, listening to the silence. Wildfires are burning to the east and the smoke carries into the city. The sun turns an otherworldly vermillion at dusk.

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Some snippets I’ve collected, that I’d like to share with you ~

Joy Sullivan

from Spiritual Dimensions of the Enneagram describing a 7 (me)

an old banger, from Sarah Mergen

With love,

Mel