took a look at last week, and noticed that a lot of what I’ve posted on Instagram
included the word “change”. I can’t say that I’m completely surprised. I mean,
with working brains and hearts have been hoping for the
same. What I find fascinating (and a bit amusing) is the fact that I didn’t
do it on purpose. Things are different today. I’m reposting on purpose and with
purpose. In the future, if (when?) someone asks me about my state of
mind around the time most of the US reclaimed its heart and brain, I shall say,
“Well, I was around planting seeds, hoping for change, feeling things bloom… Where were you when a lot of the US took a hope-full breath?”
seed of change—
painting songs of change,
can you see?
a beautiful feeling.
bloomed together after a delicious amount of squealing (some of it my own *squeal!*) announced that Joe Biden and Kamala Harris were going to be the new US President and Vice President, respectively. I know we have ways to day, but seeing the beginning of better brews wonders
- the background of the magnetic poem bit is from American Gods, Vol. 3: The Moment of the Storm, written by Neil Gaiman and illustrated by P. Craig Russell, Scott Hampton, and Rick Parker.
- for Poets and Storytellers United (Weekly Scribblings #45: Horses and Courses).