having no direction.
Am going to let it go until this rain season passes. until available light is available. till there are seeds to plant. These things are sure. I can ground my heart in them, ask them to keep me in a land of hope. Then find a way to create what hope might look like.
I need drawing or cloth. or both But i've come to accept that i need something with my hands. can be simple, like this tadpole.
Your words sound so sure, so right. A touchstone.
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Do you imagine the tadpole feels lost waiting for it’s legs to grow, waiting to hop upon land? It seems like a perfect metaphor for waiting for change. For just going. Love.
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i’ll think this question tonight, during the night, if i
can’t sleep…’
the tadpole does NOT feel lost
i listen over and over to your recording
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Somehow it helps make sense of the world…
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