Monday afternoon in bed.
The sound of lawn being mowed in the distance
The sound of a plane zooming by
Planes make me think of my father
And how time stands still when you look up
The clouds, the moon, butterflies, how light dances for us…
My mind races
I want to do so many things
The list can feel debilitating
And then my dog weighs his head on my lap
His nose prevents me from typing.
Stop, he gently suggests.
I am making space for you, my dear old friend
Nature, Grace, Divinity.
I am carving it out.
Making space for you to guide me forward, what to do next.
The creative burst that’ll poke its head from around the corner, wooing me to –
Come this way.
Done with logic
Done with practicalities
Done with realistic shit.
I am making space for magic.
Street level miracles that maybe aren’t so street..
How about coincidences and serendipity
Silence and subtlety
Moment to moment awareness and
Simplicity at its finest.
I carve this for you.