Light the red candle. Quiet all other lights. We need some time alone. Advertisements
This week was the week of, “how are we already in December,” and then the acceptance that it is truly here. With that comes permission for myself to begin putting up decorations and listening to Christmas music. It also begins the thoughts summarizing the year, trying to put together in my head what the narrative … More My Week 2017, vol. 48
Stepping from routine, sky wide, sidewalk straight, yoke light. I remember this.
Night comes early, cold on its heels. Huddle close, there’s still some heat, some light.
Huddled in a barn open air, livestock smell. Us. Somehow it’s enough.
Run beneath the great sky as night is born, be led to what you have missed.
Flee these rigid thoughts for an empty place. Sit still under sky, just wait.