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I thought I’d struggle to pull the box down off the high shelf. I could barely reach it from where I stood—the white and red copy paper box with its perfectly fitting lid.
Maybe water is just water – magical enough on its own without needing to be festooned in ribbons or metaphors.
Flashes of inner peace and acceptance are behind me now as my mind jumps in front of my heart, taking the bullets of regret…
Behind me, I hear a chair scrape across the floor and a heavy footstep, followed by three or four more…
Of course we get scared. We’re little fuzzy earth bunnies with well honed startle responses. And though we forget ourselves in these moments, it’s always possible to find our way back.
What happens when can we keep our attention on the very real thing inside ourselves, versus spending it on all that we can’t change?
The joy is in the making, in the moving, in the connecting. Nothing needs to become anything if we don’t want it to—or if the creation itself doesn’t want to.
Re-finding and healing the moments our creativity was shut down—and celebrating when it was supported.
The gap is getting wider // The water filling the space growing more tumultuous // It’s getting harder to see how we might build a bridge // Questioning whether we even want to