Jane – that great gal of Ill Seen Ill Said, always gives the best heads up about folks. Whenever she says, “I’m sure you know about this already” I’m certain to be scribbling down a new blog and adding it to my list.This week she shared la porte rouge (I seem to be falling in love with blogs that have french names recently)
and so I found myself so very grateful for this fine lady’s images of a soulful contented life:
This week -I’m grateful for the chance:
people try and tell you what it’s like when you bite off a bit of dream, but you aren’t able to grasp the exhaustion, the constant churning, the desire to shoot upwards and bloom – and holding it all in until the right time. you don’t understand the pull of all things saying “be me, try this, step this way” that pull you a little off your path, make you hunch to fit in, give you a dull ache in your neck and buzzing in your ears.
and some days you spend time turning around, following the red string back to your way – straightening up and massaging your shoulders. you plop all those things you gathered in your basket of maybes that weren’t quites and lighten your load. you take off bad looking lipstick and braid your hair back out of your eyes and you take a step more forward. and sometimes its exasperating. and some times its exhilarating. but most times you think, shit, this is amusing. this is gratitude. who knew it would be so hard to spin a web of unabashedly.
I resemble the post of today! Love you, my sweet and talented God-sister.
thanks for your comment. love you too.