How lucky are we?
I’m spending this October afternoon laying on my clean white duvet with the windows open. I let the crisp air pour in through the window to kiss my bare feet. It’s almost uncomfortable, I love it. This year it’s really feeling like fall, there have been a few life shifts for me with the season change and I think it’s helped me slow down and watch the Southern California seasons change in their subtle ways.
I am on the second day of my period, which means I lay here listening through the entire Hamilton soundtrack (original broadway cast obviously).
I kid you not, during the last song of the play my entire body is covered with goosebumps.
Please go listen to this song. Although I think it’s more powerful if you listen to it after the rest of the album first.
I had my Hamilton-Virginity taken earlier this year at the ripe age of 23. I have been thinking about this play a few times a week on average since.
I think I get so emotional because of how deeply Eliza loves people through all her pain and goodness. She always does the right thing and isn’t bitter, but is always nurturing and does as much as she can with what she has.
Sisterly love and motherly love are two things I vow to hold dearly daily. I think it’s one of the constants in our linages that isn’t talked about enough. The silent comforts done out of the spotlight between women. How many more historic moments were based in a woman standing strong? How many women’s stories are not told?
The October sun is leaving the green trees outside my window. My new husband is folding our clean laundry as he whistles a quiet tune to himself. I love our story that we are writing together here in our little home by the sea.
I look around and think how lucky we are to be alive right now! and in the greatest city in the world!
So lovely