
Yeah, it’s raining. Bloom on.

Yeah, it’s raining. Bloom on.





Soundtrack:
‘Mornin’.
** Editor’s Note: The author supports this song’s wonderful melody, rhythm, dancing, use of shadow, the concept of surrender, and its original draw – the word, “closer” – but not its catchy repetition of the way-too-often-condoned-and-normalized concept that the speaker cannot self-regulate around a woman. Both/And, not Either/Or.

Walking the dogs through the sticky afternoon air, I had to keep waving away a cloud of gnats that came with us. I wished I were carrying the mail or wearing a hat so I had something to swat away the bugs. As soon as I’d wished for it, it came, and the two turkeys who must have dropped it were looking at me from 100 yards down the street.

See how many you can find.


Ball.
SOMETIMES, by David Whyte
Sometimes if you move carefully through the forest, breathing like the ones in the old stories, who could cross a shimmering bed of leaves without a sound, you come to a place whose only task is to trouble you with tiny but frightening requests, conceived out of nowhere but in this place beginning to lead everywhere. Requests to stop what you are doing right now, and to stop what you are becoming while you do it, questions that can make or unmake a life, questions that have patiently waited for you, questions that have no right to go away.
from Everything is Waiting for You


