i examine the thoughtful and thoughtless words i manage to release. i sit back -ponder, who taught me to vacuum?
Sympathy, combined with a need to empty the dust bin, i sweep words recklessly onto paper -read here. silently, alone, i scurry to apologize for the incomplete thoughts…
As a lady, i move into freedom, from how others wish me to live. Yet, i continue to vacuum. A reminder to how much a mess our lives can be -have become.
a shift -ocean waves of bliss and agony. an endless sweeping of the mind.
i would never know how to live otherwise and yet, some days i pray my thoughts cease. On those days i run to the beach, release all thoughts to the sky, and let the birds take the weight off my shoulders. i deserve, as much as any other, to be given a chance at hope.
“Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind.
“Pooh!” he whispered.
“Nothing,” said Piglet, taking Pooh’s paw. “I just wanted to be sure of you.”
A.A. Milne, House at Pooh Corner
Winnie-the-Pooh is still the wisest to walk this desert earth and always shall be. He waters my soul when i thirst. In fact, i wonder if A.A. Milne created him or God.