The kinds of days where you need less.
After laboring for so long over more .
A rare moment of sunshine in the last few days when all there has been is rain. Never a shortage of water here. Maybe to much? Hard to know.
I am in transition. I say that with the awareness of the varying degrees with which this sense exists within all of us. Respect for that. Without the drama. Just what it is.
I know this might be hard to read , but it is meant to be a metaphor.
Sometimes we resist change. Even in the smallest ways. Without realizing it. We hang on to some old thoughts as if there will never be anything else. Maybe because others expect the same thing from us, over and over. Maybe because we do too.
But then, I sit, and say to myself, like I love to do...
What is life really, but simply the evolution of form?