Six

Of the 20 mysteries of the catholic rosary, only five are sorrowful. The others are joyful, luminous, and glorious. Rinsed white rice boiling in a pot will bubble with the full spectrum of visible light. September is mostly summer and yet the intense allure of autumn permeates the month. The sky is blue because light from the sun scintillates against the black void of space. Joyful, luminous, glorious mysteries.

I won’t let the life I am allotted be devoid of joy. I will look for it and find it everywhere. In the searching for four leaf clovers. In the opening of windows. In the signs from g*d. Orange juice and coconut water. Sun on SPF 50. Lucky numbers. My job is being amazed by the creeping feet of ivy and looking for particular shades of emerald and teal. My hobbies include meteor showers, nourishing the lives of those I love, and stopping to smell the roses.

The leaves at the tops of the redwood trees curl inward like palms to hold and drink the fog. Yellow flowers will open when you encourage them. We can learn everything about love from the cycle of seasons. Fresh honey is creamy like peanut butter. Bower birds have favorite colors. Fireflies flirt with light. All words are made up agreements.

I wrapped my IV pole in cinnamon and wheat. I switched out every colorful item of clothing with something black. I practice walking, stretching, moving, breathing, writing, planning. I pray for energy, abundance, and universal healthcare. Gluten free chocolate chip cookies, perfect clogs, pressed flowers.