so I go on discarding… these reminders, taking back the space… I need to reclaim,
making room again… for what’s to come.
CREATIVE JOURNEYWOMAN
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most dazzling view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds." – Edward Abbey
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So I have only recently come to grasp that moving forward… means I have to stop looking back so often toward the ground.
then comes the wind, dry and dusty, carrying my thoughts, like grains of sand, to points unknown…
Animals always help fulfill some need or purpose in our lives. What intangibles they give to us and that we give to them, is a bit of a mystery.
It’s become a lesson for me in impermanence: How something can exist one moment or for years and be gone in an instant.
cold and strangeness sleep…
here, warmed at the fire… of my hearth … uninvited, but visiting still.
He always seems to know when I take my shoes and socks off- hearing the telltale swishing sounds from across the house- and comes rushing in to find me.
