Peach Pits
Hello all,
Welcome back to these beautiful, chaotic, messy shores. I am beyond grateful that you have taken the time and energy to surf the waters back here. I hope you’re all doing well this week, I personally have been a little sick the last couple days, accompanied by being overwhelmed by school and other factors of life that are a little stressful right now but, I accept each situation fully for as they are. This is something I have been teaching myself recently; how to accept and let go. Ironically, while writing in my journal this week about letting go, I decided to go to the very beginning of my journal and read the first couple pages. I, personally like to do this because it helps me see how much I’ve changed, grown, healed, or have healing to do. Seven pages into reading, I came across this journal entry I wrote as a response from an exercise from Rupi Kaur’s book, “Healing Through Words”. The exercise is titled “Peach Pits”, because it has to do with writing a lengthy letter to someone and only cutting out certain sentences from that letter to make a poem. While reading the exercise prompt, it asked me to write about a time I felt ignored, here’s an idea of where my heart and mind were during this time:
It was hot, even though it was only the beginning of summer. Living in the clouds for years on end, I had never felt a heat quite like the way I did that night after seeing your face and hearing you say my name for the first time in years, and it sounded just the same as I remembered from the days we’d save each other from drowning in our personal rain. I got out of my car, blood running down my thigh, to open your door and hug you goodbye. Catching one last glimpse of your eyes, I looked up and saw a single star fall out of the sky. Somehow, I knew that’d be the absolute beginning to our end, even though we both agreed for it to be the sign we were searching for, well knowing that some stars aren’t made to be wished upon.
I remember the exact feeling I felt when I wrote this part to this little letter. I truly did feel so ignored and disposed of, it completely tore me up. It felt like in a way, I was frozen in the memory of this moment; the exact time, place, and with the person.
In Part II of this exercise, it asks to break down the thesis:
You feel you’ve been pushed to the back of a specific person’s mind for a while now, essentially, you only live within their minds clouds. However, one day while flying through their clouds, you run into them…so close to the sun. Running into each other, you explode and it flings you into the cosmic, everything’s dark and when your eyes adjust and you’re finally able to see; it’s just you floating in the galaxies…no longer in their minds clouds, but yet still orbiting within their gravity.
Part III: The Poem
I turned the sun
And melted myself over the moon
Hoping to make my heart
Bright enough
To shine home to you
Thank you all so much for reading this week’s journal, I appreciate it more than I could ever express. Make sure to ride the waves back here next week for more! Take care of yourselves, you’re my life raft on these deep blue sea’s.
With great love always,
M.H. John