it has stormed every night for the past week
& i lie awake listening & wondering if i will hear thunder every night for the rest of my life
My Mind Will Never Be Easy, slip jig, bminor.
It took me this long to realize that being a mirror in a world of things that love to be reflected is an uncomfortable place to exist. Not separation anxiety, re-uniting anxiety. I am shaped by the eyes around me. I'd forgotten how stifling being held into another shape was.
Things that Say Good Morning
Good morning from my camp chair, my mug, and the algae on my porch railing
Good morning from my patio table, my coffee, and Joni Mitchell's Ladies of the Canyon
Good morning from my citronella candle🕯️, the rain 🌧️, and my post-coffee cup of tea
Good morning from the sbux parking lot, with a side of rain
Good morning from the rustling leaves, the dying ivy, and the bittersweet I didn't pull out this summer
Good morning from my kindle and the infrequently seen side of the house
Good morning FROM THE MOON
Good too-early morning from my nalgene, the flaking paint on my porch, and the tree "on fire" in my neighbors' yard 🌞
Good morning from the stripes of sunlight laying across my yard; from coffee made with extra love; and from "How to Do Nothing: Resisting the Attention Economy" by Jenny Odell's call to real action and community work
Good morning from the yellow leaves, another perspective of the yard, and the overcast sky that hasn't started to rain yet 🌧️
Good morning from the emptying trees, the glorious cedar, and the low but insistent rain