Life lately is so many things. It’s been full of nature. Contemplative writing. It’s been an inward exploration expressing itself outward.
It’s been a lot of reading that inspires the writing, but it’s also a lot of interviewing and growing and stretching myself.
And all of these things turn into an outward expressive musing of sorts of what it is I’m trying to do or put out into the world.
All of these writings must be doing something in the ethers. They are read and they are potentially felt. It does come from the heart after all.
My life as I have expressed so often has been hard, rough around the edges, testy, trying, challenging, all the things your life has been, but different.
We know not to compare at this point. We should never pit our trials against one another. They are their own cosmic happenstance for our own inner evolution.
Mine just seems to live on the page in some strange, yet cathartic way.
We are all cut from different cloth so our garments lay different, but most of them are meant to hang nonetheless. This perhaps is the garmenteur in me.
I’ve always loved pretty delicate things, especially against my body.
Life however tries to do with us what it will and it’s our response to all of it then in the end amounts to something no matter how big or small.
It’s this……….
