I be in a liminal, transitional space it seems, betwixt endings and beginnings, rage and forgiveness, blame of and kindness to selves, heart. Know the feeling?
It aint always pretty...sometimes hope sticks a head in the door to say heylo n have a cuppa.... speaks through wise one trees....immersion in water.... a garden sprouting n deepening roots.....or in a flurry of paint that begins in one space and finds it's way to anotha. Mostly in the face of my beloved familiar Nomad aka Mush....
May those embers within grow.......and so without....
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