my girl doesn't go for sticks anymore.
we think too much. i know this because i was thinking today how much i'd like things to be different from how they are. or at least, how they were today. i was doing some pretty major mid back arch yoga this morning and i think that let the cat out of the bag. it appears i'm storing major stuff in those little vertebrae. by the way, how cool a word is vertebrae? i want to pack this house and leave but it is my home and when i go, where do i go? faith. stay centered and follow that little silvery thread connecting me to the next action, the next only coming after the first. in this transience, this blog is now my only discipline that does not involve sitting cross legged. and it is about what i love; beauty and writing and small delicate things, and having my mind blown by what comes out of the creativity of others, places where words fail. faith says things will get created from what seems like nothing but isn't. nothing is really the great water wheel of dharma, spinning away. i've almost got it unstuck from the mud in my vertebrae! whatever context i saw myself in has been dissolved and that is painfully fabulous. next post will be totally frivolous, i promise. i'll find some pretty FSC certified wood ceilings or an organic, vegetable dyed caftan made of the fine hairs of the baby cashmere goat to knock your socks off with. because this is the story of how i'm getting where i'm going.
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