a sprinkling of sunny days and cloudy days, rapidly changing, reminding me constantly of the little things. sEEing for the first time, noticing, the crutches, etcetera- but still unable to put them aside, willingly so.
and even with that will there is this deep down feeling that repressing is part of the root : allowing myself the time to re-arrange that word is the water. the ‘work’ is the dirt.
