I think breakdown speaks a very particular language - not only something loud or impressive, but very often quiet. The desire to rest expressing itself quietly in the eternal garden.
Thanks, Carole. What came up was this poem. I write from where I’m at, and if it’s frustration, that is what you get. I find if I write enough, I get “unclogged.”
I think breakdown speaks a very particular language - not only something loud or impressive, but very often quiet. The desire to rest expressing itself quietly in the eternal garden.
Thank you so much for your comment. Yes, it uses language at several levels. Thank you for your insight.
I too desire rest. But there are miles to go before I sleep…
Yes, the gardens await.
“Miles of Weeds” 🤣
We’ve all been there. I feel like that a lot, but just about the time when I stop thinking, something comes up. Be patient.
Thanks, Carole. What came up was this poem. I write from where I’m at, and if it’s frustration, that is what you get. I find if I write enough, I get “unclogged.”
Yes! I remember writing a poem called “Nothing to Say” when I had nothing to say. Sometimes, like right now, I don’t.