Okay, so this happened on Tuesday.

Or Wednesday.

Wait…

Was it Monday?

What day is it?

It was Sunday.

Yes, it was Sunday because

Sunday means I get to drive up north and say hi to the maple trees.

I like trees.

They are nice neighbors.

They are always standing there,

So green.

So patient.

So tree-like.

I like trees because

They create these oddly beautiful shapes that make me want to have hyperextended joints.

I like trees because, unlike me,
they have no problem standing in one place for a long time.

They stand firm,
breathing out, as I breathe in.

I am pretty sure I was a tree in a different life.

Or I will be.

I’m almost certain it was Sunday because that morning,

my two favorite little monsters came into my room

and serenaded me with a melodious: What’s for breakfast?

They smelled like all hungry monsters do: organic lavender. 

Their scent is still on my pillow. 

I don’t know what I would do without my little monsters.

What I do know is,

That morning, I made chocolate-chip banana pancakes with a little bit of cinnamon.

Making pancakes is my way of saying: I appreciate you because

Because, let’s be real, who doesn’t appreciate a thick, fluffy pancake?

Yeah, I know they are probably out there…Those pancake-hating people.

Yeah, they are probably hiding somewhere dark like bats inside a cave.

Afraid of light. 

Afraid of pancakes.

Anyhow, I’m positive it was Sunday because

Sundays are meant for healing.

It is on Sundays when I believe I have everything I need.

I can sense the ground in which my feet stand,

and I can feel gratitude for what I see in the mirror.

Was it Sunday, though?

What day is it?

I guess,

what I was trying to say is,

The other day,

after breakfast,

I was placed inside a car and was driven to the river.

My ancestors believed that going near water

was a good way to wash off the malignant energies trying to tame us.
An opportunity to cleanse the stains of our past and make room for what is yet to come.

Perhaps that is why trees are so…

For me,

Water is my own way of …

Yes, I remember that day.

On that Sun-day,

my last birth-day,

all I wanted

was to sit on a rock,

listen to the water,

and say