not-quite Journaling, 58
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“Baobab: Tree of Life” by Tijay Mohammed. The tree that inspired the sculpture is a symbol of life,
so… starting my run/walk there felt just right.
Delightful
from every angle,
my passion
flowers can enchant
in sunlight and rain.
8/15/2023: My
passiflora has finally bloomed. I got to enjoy her striking curls for about 5
minutes, before rain showered them closed. Now she’s impersonating a fairy
skirt--yep, she’s gifted like that.
8/22/2023: A 19-year-old (who might or might not be related to me) told me that “a healthy relationship isn’t supposed to be hard”. I didn’t think laughing hysterically would be constructive, so I didn’t laugh. I felt like yelling in their face, “Are you 5?” wouldn’t help either, so sent them this poem.
I dreamed of a life without pain,
and reality laughed.
8/26/2023: Well, maybe I haven’t truly had this dream in a while. Not that I
can remember. But I still enjoyed stitching the thought. 😁
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Wrings #91: Muscle Memory.