Born Today?
A reading for your birthday. Cancer season.
I took a piece of living clay and beat it and struck it until it was stiff and unyielding; then I rolled it and shaped it until it became beautiful.
Sylvia Plath
Your Year of the Carried Word. This is the year what you say in passing turns out to matter most, the phrase you offer without ceremony that someone holds onto for months. A conversation in early autumn lands exactly right, and you know it as you speak, the way a key knows the lock before it turns. A relationship that has lived mostly in the comfortable middle deepens through one honest exchange in an ordinary week. The piece of work you put language to finally sounds like itself. You have always had this, the ability to find the right words when a room goes quiet and needs them. The year asks you to use it deliberately, to trust that the words are ready when the moment calls.