a place to put things, like a shelf

Oh prankster, I am a train on tracks headed to every station with open doors. Barreling. Nothing comes from nothing, but some things come from something. I am touching every moss that calls, and stepping on sponges. I wish I knew every tree. Commitment to craft is proof of care. The same could be said about anything. Nearly. Oh to approach the world with a smile on the face. Oh to be so dedicated to anything. Let me hold everything in my hand. Let me touch, paw, think, see, and not be able to decide which is most important. May every image hold more images. May jokes be loud and secrets shared. Chartreuse, ultramarine, vermillion. Some things are worth holding on to. May right times come when they do, may I know the clock and the tides. What if, what if, what if! Affirmations: There is real interest that exists and it could actually all be possible and all I have to do is believe and believe and believe unrelentingly. And of course, not keep it all to myself. Oh goodness, sharing! Bana...

Early fall foggy misty dew morning that gets my boots wet! I am bouncing along like a slightly-past-prime helium balloon. I know when to push it, but I'm not sure I know when to not. I wish it didn't take walking right up to the line to know I have the power of 100 ponies within me. Where do you hold the reins? When do you let go? Even after questioning and working and putting together more more more until the last moment I am still hung up on certain hangings. There's something so rewardingly exhausting about the speed of the train. And the momentum that keeps the wheels turning. I will not be depleted.  I am a machine! I have turned myself into a machine. May I not lose my humanity. It's time for foraging. I am eating raspberries off the thorny vines and holding everything in my palm. May there be more detours. May every rest stop be more restful less stop. Thank you to those who encourage the scenic byway. By way of seeing anything is scenic (byway). There is a hungr...