creator, editor, story tender
The weight of the world is on my eyelids today… The couch looks so appealing and there’s a Dr Who and another Orphan Black awaiting over on the Space Channel…
But…
And so… I am here… and there you are.
Hello. Hello.
How are you, I wonder? Is it cold where you live? Did you feel that blizzard last night?
Are you well? Is there sun in the sky? Are you safe?
I hope all is well in your world.
And… as promised…here’s yet one more slice of mine…
To.. Listen “better” for my Quote of the Day. AND write it down right away so I don’t “lose it.”
I notice so many quotables…. and yet… write so few DOWN. Harumph.
Work in progress…as it all is…
THE GNARBLY BITS of Mystery:
Remember the tulip…Remember the tulip…
Remember the tulip sleeping below the ground. All that potential for beauty… petals and leaves reaching for the sun.
You know what…. I can’t think of a blessed thing… Have no desire to add one more thing, one more thin and whispy, one more jot, one more iota of possible weight to my self as I move forward this coming week.
Let there be rest. Let there be energy. Let there be strength enough and time enough and will enough and always…joy and gratitude overflowing.
For all of us.
Thanks so much for popping by.
go easy, friends
~p
In homage to Havi’s Friday Chickens over on the The Fluent Self — This is the place I review my week – in an attempt to track some things – like progress on my novel and… living intentionally. I shake out my week and lay it out. Let the hard burn off and the good sink in. Call it an experiment in paying attention.
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Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over
Stories and photos from Scotland
Historical fiction, poetry, essays
The Healing Journey and Covert Abuse
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