Some stones demand being picked up and put into our pockets as we walk along. Here are some that I put into my journal in the last few days -
- Dark skies and dead black flies
- The lava flows and relief burns through
- Let go of the ketchup & what’s wrong with watercolors
- When you lose the Why, What is the next step. These are not questions.
Someday I might pull these out tumble them or toss them. For now they weigh down my pockets lending solidity to this nightmare I can’t seem to wake up from.
But here is an art for today - a feather in the pile.
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