I am so amazed at times that I am actually alive.
How different we see things, you and I. I wonder at times how I came from you. And grew. And learned. And transformed. Into this difference.
But as the poet says:
“Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you.”
I can’t breathe for beauty. An idea expressed so perfectly.
We cannot own another. We may give our love, but we cannot give our thoughts.
Between my new watercolor paper and the after-energy and delight of an excellent story, film, and childhood memory (Little Women), the creative juices are bursting from the seams.
And so I share some (un)ambiguous thoughts with the world wide web. Honestly though, Life is pretty awe-some.
Reading: Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman, and The Once and Future Great Lakes Country by John Riley
Listening: Lights of Endangered Species by Matthew Good
Much love,
Thoughts from the AM.