slow down
learning to stack in order to get somewhere
spilt coffee on a morning when you feel you desperately need the stuff - not so great. until you sleepily read through a conversational work by Lorca regarding Duende pointed out by a good friend.
sometimes days feel too full before you even begin them… remembering to slow down. stacks of strange dreams because i wiped my lips differently last night after I showered and because of how i woke the previous morning. I can only assume because.
Fractured thoughts. The thought of duende applied to cleaning and being content with what I personally do. duende applied to why people act in unclear ways. i should not be readily frustrated.
My love for others. stacking to get somewhere. one try at a time. one thing complete so I can get to the next. another conversation to set me at unease, so i can learn.
a long string dangling from the celling. i can move the spot where it is attached, but it only just hovers above the ground. level.
slowing down to see that the process is what makes it all so. I can finally see that it is practically the best part.
my stomach still churns.
-my love
