Duck, Duck!
Skipped through February, a small amount of pep in my step growing into a hop.
New things, new juggles, good thing I'm a jester.
Making good on some goals, making better on others. Reading books that make you feel like someone else gets it! Putting words to thoughts I knew I wanted to say. Not so original now!
But maybe that's the whole point? An appendix of reference without any form of notation. A mixing bowl full of bits and pieces and all chopped up and scooped in. No hierarchy.
And suddenly now it's June:
When it rains it pours but when the sun shines so bright! I am sunburnt and alive.
My gratitude grows with every passing day, abundance in my garden even if I need to weed. And while there certainly is growth in some regards, there's nothing quite like the delight of remembering every single time. I feel lucky (most of the time) that I don't know how to be any way other than myself. Learning how to play cards is a different game.
Many hands make light work; I am constantly holding everything at once. The world (or the bounds of what I know) is full of fruit. How can you pick a peach without squeezing every one? I'm learning to consider all of the branches.
Any now a cowboy's prayer:
May I be diligent in my optimism. May I remember water, and soon get in it. May pages continue to turn, may behind every door be an opportunity to learn. May I learn my lessons and not be passive in my consumption. Thank you for shrimp and corn dogs. Thank you for every cup being able to hold fullness.
Every dream that is fulfilled is a dream in and of itself.
Goose honking!
Yours in a way that is continuously more, stampeding and gallivanting
E