Pop! Oh joy! I’m still here!
What?
Oh! Not still…newly.
Yes, all of these months of solitude, introspection, mulling and mucking about with the inner world, delving into dark damp places, finding ways to bring in the light, believing it was a need to create but in all honesty it was a need to clean house on myself, so that the creations that were yearning for wings but grounded, could glide and slide and lift off and become.
Yes. Thank you, God for this time of upheaval, chaos, discomfort, sorrow, and transformation. You and I have many miles and many worlds to share in this new skin. Look at those cute feet. Ready, set go!
What?
Oh! Not still…newly.
Yes, all of these months of solitude, introspection, mulling and mucking about with the inner world, delving into dark damp places, finding ways to bring in the light, believing it was a need to create but in all honesty it was a need to clean house on myself, so that the creations that were yearning for wings but grounded, could glide and slide and lift off and become.
Yes. Thank you, God for this time of upheaval, chaos, discomfort, sorrow, and transformation. You and I have many miles and many worlds to share in this new skin. Look at those cute feet. Ready, set go!
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