The Break from Every Day Hauntings

 

Really, we're all just trying to hold ourselves together. But take a break, today's the one day it's acceptable and encouraged to pretend to be anyone you want. Let your imagination go wild. 

The Ghouls Get Along Swell

 

We meet our best friends in the most unlikely places. Keep exploring, saying hello, and reminding yourself that there's more to life than what we're given at any single moment. 

The Beautiful Chaos Lingers Long After the Ghosts

 

It's time again for my Halloween movie marathon: Corpse Bride, Edward Scissorhands, James and the Giant Peach, Nightmare Before Christmas, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice Beetlejuice, Alice in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass, and Coraline. I'm doing doodle ghosts for each one, because what else would I do? Anyway this leads into today's post I promise:

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Whatever worlds you imagine, those are the ones we'll all envy someday. Whichever stories you fail to share with the page, those are the ones that would have been classics. Whoever you're preventing yourself from becoming, that's who you need to be most of all. And in case you're not sure what this means - it's your reminder to live in whatever color scheme fits you best, to say everything you feel inspired to, and to share your process more often. 

Oh, and call me tomorrow, would you?

The Sky Bleeds Between Sunshine and Rain

Wake up, feed the birds, sing at the sky - if things are going well the world will certainly know. 

Go to bed, toss and turn, cry with the stars - when things are falling apart only you can tell. 

Either way, I'm here. I know both sides of the coin and I have only ever wished you the best. 

The Petals Fall So Softly

 

I keep playing the songs you introduced me to, brewing tea too strong to drink, and wondering what it's like to do the haunting instead of being haunted. 

I just bought flowers and they're already dying on the kitchen counter. Maybe they know how little's left these days.  And maybe I'm just bad at picking things capable of lasting. 

The Micro Joys Matter Most

 

I know you'll probably never understand it, but the crayons, the coloring pages, the glitter markers are all a savage attempt to cling on to hope and sanity. Just as I know your games, books, and awful tv shows give you a sense of hope and adventure the world's too stubborn to give. 

 

There's even an entire song about coloring the inch worm "inchworm" and another one about how entirely maddening it was trying to find a crayon in "piggy bank" which is officially my least favorite color on the planet.  

The Advice We All Need

I don't know what you've been up to lately, but I do know that you're on the right track. 

Trust the process and remember nothing on a ticket, card, or the random song on the radio means anything about anything until you decide it does. 

P.S. happy happy birthday green heart
 

The Books Are Growing Up (We are too)

 

I've been busier than I expected this year - making smaller more frequent strides towards a person I've been saying I wanted to be forever but haven't actually become yet. This week my very first poetry collection turned 5 years old - the same amount of time it took to bring it to life. 

Anyway, while I'd love you to celebrate alongside me, I'm also saying hello and welcome back. I don't know if you've missed these daily postcards and poems and letters, but I have more than you will know.