hallelujah anyways no. 499

I’m grateful for the rushing creek rushing rushing rushing in no rush at all embracing a timeless existence of slowing and speeding cycles all in sync all in balance. I’m grateful for the callouses on my feet that allow me to tread the fine fine line the razors edge of consciousness understanding I can never know.

I’m grateful for the ways faeries kiss or kick my nose dependinding on the day laying in the moss the squishy sponge absorbing inflammation back to basic sometimes it gets hard for me to believe. I’m grateful for every tower moment all constructs crumbling. I’m pretty grateful for toilet paper … and my claw foot tub … the significant portion of my life spent in the bathroom. I’m grateful the locks don’t work at the house I live in now. I’m grateful the words come and come and come and come. I love the sun shines pockets on the earth between the tree branches beckoning me to take it easy but also how the sun moves rather rapidly reminding me not to take comfort for granted. I love the way effort can be applied to create ease. I love how everything isn’t easy. I love trying. I love failing. I love eating and beating myself up. I love saying things quietly to myself I’d never say to anyone else.

I love the way a week ago I told my kid I was nervous about tonight and he said don’t be. I love love love how half an hour later he jumped on me in euphoric enunciation congratulations! For what? For getting to open the show!

I love the way the innocents have extra access. I love the way animals and kids and…