...Your thoughts are only weather passing over your soul...
Saturday was a stormy day for thoughts.
Sunday was better.
Monday shows signs of marked improvement. Monday holds promise that did not exists 48 hours ago.
My thoughts always return to writing.
Wonderful to aspire to, yet sometimes thoughts are drenched in the darkest reds, blues and blacks.
Saturdays palette fades and is replaced by optimistic orange, yellow, and coral.
Paints return to my lap and I allow the Muse to draw me in instead of the other way around.
Waiting for myself to reawaken to my words, I stand on a spiral staircase that leads me to lands I have written about for over a decade now.
Time is not slowing down. The unneccesary words and material blockages disintegrate into the dust that I sweep out of January and February as Spring comes back around once more.
This blog is a tool for me, just like all the rest. All the images and messages and prompts...they all lead back to the same set of stairs that must be climbed in order to start again and again...every single day, again...