I am going to try and write through the fog that is filling my brain right now. The blurry vision is faded but now the migraine, the pain begins... why am I getting one today??
Dawn said to look at a poem and see what image arises. I looked at my Things I carry and unfortunately I am mostly seeing a figure slumped over. Carrying too much stuff, tired and wanting to make sure things are okay for the future. Most of that has to do with the fact that I feel awful.
Okay, try again...
She turns slowly, dancing in the rain and humming a tune. her world is busy and filled with care but if not for these moments of forgetting, she would surely crumble under all the weight.
Filled with eagerness and passion this young woman tackling the demands of her day. Making sure everyone is okay. The world is her playground and those who dwell here, her obstacle. Often times there is a struggle that seems to come moving in like a cold front to warm weather. The wind howls, branches sway and at the end there is a lot to clean up and make new. This process, this jouney, this is what she carries.
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