getting ready

corcoran boots

I spent some time with my boots tonight. For the first time in too long. Took my time cleaning them, just cleaning. Wiped off the saddle soap with a shirt I cut off someone I love, the first time we played. This pair of boots is connected deeply to someone else I love.

Wrapping myself and my boots in connection, and care. Getting ready, slowly. I am needing to sink into myself, to ground in care, as I prepare for what’s to come. I am uprooting so much. I need to remind myself where I have ties, where I am connected to something lasting. Something to hold on to in the whirlwind.


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