Hello beautiful human,
I had some time this morning while a gentle summer rain fell to imagine and feel into what might next be or become. What wants to arrive what already is somewhere yonder dimensionally speaking. I haven’t done much visioning in the last year…mostly just scrambled to keep everything running and the plates in the air. I don’t it isn’t my favorite verb and what would life feel like if I didn’t have to scramble…except for eggs?
Nothing in that paragraph is very grammatical sensible or and that’s on purpose. This is how it feels some days, am I right?
To emerge from the scramble and the whirled experiences, to take the tools of language and work to align, to make sense, to create meaning. To send out clear signals at a moment in history when so much of our noise is purposefully misleading and vapid and false. To use these simple sentences to say “I’m here, and so are you, and I’m glad both of those things are true.” And then to find out each morning what to write next.
(I am glad the eggs showed up at the end. Once upon a time I wrote a whole book of poems with eggs everywhere and didn’t realize it until a reader said, you really must like eggs. And I do.)
The rain has stopped. Love is fierce. Beyond the scramble, the robins are perching on the fence again, reminding me there’s a day to get on with.
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