Sometimes I want to write and not-write at the same time. How can there be something inside, begging to be spelled out, but also too tired, too timid to show face? Ah, but when I think of it that way, it makes perfect sense.
I sauté the onions, add tomatoes and water, salt, pepper. I simmer, blend, eat. Delicious.
We wake to frost each morning now. Autumn is settling in. Socks, sweaters, slippers.
We text, we FaceTime, we miss each other.
I scribble notes. What to do, questions I have, ideas I have, what someone else said, affirmations and hints of dreams, gratitudes. I use the word ‘scribble’ affectionately, not diminishing in any way, rather imparting tenderness. Scribbling, loving. It is the same thing to me.
I have only one thing to do and that’s be the wave that I am, and then sink back into the ocean.
~ Fiona Apple ~
I’ve got several offerings coming up…
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Come play with lists as we write, as we pause + get intentional, together.