A Note for Any Time

This post was originally supposed to be an apology to the world living or dead…it still appears for me and should be that. Please forgive me.

I look now toward lighter, tangible things… the whirring fan, the softness of clothing, flowers dressed as themselves with elegance upon a plate on the bookshelf, so many beautiful things to look at and acknowledge. Whether my fault or not, I am sorry.

I can’t take away sadness, but I will add beauty. ✒️🎨💗

I am self or soul, yet, ‘To know the self is to forget the self, to forget the self is to be brought up by the myriad things…’

Let me find the pearls the storm has scattered…