I had to put down my grandma’s sunflower mug to finish reading this morning’s @williecarver.bsky.social poem. Held my chest. Inhale. Exhale. When I picked it back up the coffee was sweeter and the sunflowers brighter. I’ll call my grandma today.

Doomscrolling in bed with a low grade fever is a whole new level.

Over the years I’ve had to steer clear of any writing that is religion-adjacent as a mental health boundary. It feels really empowering to be at a place today where I can begin to read something like Stone’s When God Was a Woman.