A Note for Any Time

December 5, 2021

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 it has been my fault or choosing, I am still sorry.

I can’t take away sadness, my own or anyone’s, but I will decide to 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 into being by myriad things…”

Let me find the pearls the storm has scattered…and give them away.