Now where?
The life of the writer!
Agility, especially in uncertainty. Move nimbly when required.
There is nowhere to settle, at least not for long. The path continues, and it must be traveled, step by step.
Resting. Missing. Mourning. Dancing over the edges.
Ah, your peaceful, but restless, feet. I love this beautiful picture.
ReplyDeleteJean, thanks (o) hugs
ReplyDeleteEvery once in a while we are in the same place in different spaces.
ReplyDeleteHere is a piece, torn from the mourning:
Utter this step.
This step to come.
This incomplete step,
eventful touch.
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d, O anonymous one, how beautiful, and poignant. And, yes, "the same place in different spaces"... "utter this step," "eventful touch" a "piece torn from the mourning." O, yes! xo
ReplyDeleteI think I am most fascinated by how different we and our lives are. You seem to thrive on the uncertainty and the transitions and the movement of life. Things seem to swirl and change around you frequently. I, on the other hand, thrive on nesting and movement within the familiar. The movement of life for me always begins and ends with "home" - this allows me the courage to venture out, always knowing safety awaits me. I am curious about your life and enjoy reading these bits and pieces you journal. Thanks for the window you offer with your words.
ReplyDeleteSky, yes, our lives are quite different, though I'm not sure my life of uncertainty is quite by choice though I have had to learn how to negotiate instability over and over especially in the past few years. I love how home is safety to you, where you "thrive on nesting and movement within the familiar." That's beautiful... xo
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