Mostly, lately, I feel like my big what if involves saying more than I need to. What if I just say it all?
An experiment in revelation. Here, there, anywhere, anyone.
Mostly it seems to go very wrong. Sharing what moves through you might have practical limits then.
I am not sure what that is but I sense there is an expectation of a wider understanding, which is probably only imagined when we leave most of who we are to imagination.
But I am too old to worry about it.
I want to ask what if as many times as I can in the time I have left.
Just to see. What if the more you reveal about yourself, the more you learn about others?
Worm moon is coming.
Named for obvious reasons. The earth is warming. Things will wake up, move, go.
We walked yesterday. Snow is gone, water everywhere. That big tree, that fell over, yes, water rises from below. Fills the hole and now overflows as a small stream beneath leaves. We need firewood but we will leave this tree, it is like a birth mother.
I like to imagine that when I fall over, the space I occupied will be filled with something as beautiful as this.
Something beyond my obviously small words.
But that's the best I got.
Suddenly I looked at this photo and thought, "losing ground". And it seemed a beautiful revelation.