Looking for my happy place. Thinking I might find it where it has lurked before. Finding kind of a dark place. Hoping the light starts seeping in. Feeling crinkly. Looking for my happy place.
Wondering if all my turns have been used up. Pondering deficits. Entertaining thoughts of bad karma. Gaping at holes and holes and holes. Squeezing the dark out of my brain. Wondering if all my turns have been used up.
Counting days and nights and days. Calculating steps and turns and bends. Reaching up. Estimating distances. Turning around and around and around. Counting days and nights and days.
Following my feet. Squaring my shoulders and following my feet. Waiting for the music to start. Tapping my toes. Turning towards the phonograph. Following my feet.
3 comments:
Hey Mad Hadder--sending good thoughts your way. I'm sure your natural buoyancy will bring you out of this, and hopefully sooner rather than later!
And you must remind yourself that no one's turns are ever used up. And certainly not yours.
I hope you found your happy place! Love you cute lady!
Um, so I finally toured your library while we were in Idaho. OH MY GOSH. My children want to move in. You up for it?
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