Heliotropism, baby. Another trip around this 4.5 billion-year-old bonfire of starlight we call the sun — reaching toward the beams of light wherever I can find them, and trying my damnedest to manufacture them when I can’t. Still learning to sit in the darkness and quiet and working on refracting the rays back toward myself every now and again, a lifelong project for a new decade 💎. In the meantime, I’m so grateful for every freckle of time and glint of joy and grief and humility and wisdom along the way that I sometimes feel like I could explode into tiny bits of star-shine myself💥. Love you all. 💫 (Gross, did I just write “love and light”? Anyway you get it. I’m a sentimental 5,000 year old witch trapped inside a prism, and apparently a metaphor about light, able to be freed only by true love and 134 birthday wishes — story old as time. Set me free.) ✨🔮🌈 🧙🏻‍♀️🌞🌙