Though this week started out with uncertainties, I celebrate settling out of abstractions.

Though this week felt stable, I honor the tiny changes, the last-minute edits, the decisions that proved to be unwise, and the plans that were never concretized.

Though this week I found myself to be rather consumed by my project, I cherish the moments I spent at my sit-spot, observing space, understanding space, reflecting on the power of space to nurture relationships and to offer clarity.

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I hold on to the noises of the lawnmower nearby, to the invigorating July breeze, to the movement of the leaves, to the laughter of children, to the barking of dogs. I hold on to the dances of the plants at the edge of the pond, I hold on to the sun, and to feeling protected by it. I hold on to simplicity, to the flies surrounding me, to the multitude of species I still can’t name. I hold on to my eagerness. I hold on to the awareness of my ignorance. I hold on to realizing that everything is in a permanent state of change. I hold on the sunset, the football field, the Friday Night lights that still turn on on these friday nights. I hold on to the promise of more free time, to the excitement of the now, to the feeling of ants climbing my legs. I hold on the cold grass under my feet, to cold water in a sunny day, to changes of plans and changes of mind. I hold on to the nostalgia that is yet to overwhelm me, to the notion that today I’m not the person I was 2 weeks ago. I hold on the shades of green, to the subtlety of insects, to the shapes of leaves, to the freedom of birds. I hold on to the people I’ve been; I hold on to who I’m becoming.