it’s been a full week. a full year. a full fullness.
I am not complaining just observing
the flowers
the bees
my own energy
I use this little blog as a tether to the world
a way to show up in my own small way
to shout into the heavens and the earth
that it matters
beauty
ugliness
the smallness
the things that feel so endless and unrelenting
and those fleeting moments
it’s all the form
it’s all part of the meaning
opening like a new bloom
I am paying attention
that is freedom, too.
