As you move toward the edge of June, I hope July reveals something wholehearted, and perhaps, even beautiful for you. Because for all of the things that have failed to make sense, and for all of the troubled, tangled things that seem to keep cracking open, maybe, there can still room for sunlight to filter through, too.
As you look to the month ahead, may you look for any opportunity to pull back the curtains of what-ifs and almosts, even just a little, and let the sunrise-like nature of possibility find you: a slowly, rising current of warmth that still surprises you, even when it seemed the sunlight had already chosen elsewhere. May sunrise land right here, even if its flickers at first. And may there be something in you that believes in matters. – Morgan Harper Nichols
