key portions loaded, too much leave behind, totally lost concept of no trace with my remnant mostly tidied piles. it must mean I shall return to envision something new to dance in the forested breeze and add hints of alterations to the earthy scents.
many things bind me here but the one that swims to the surface on my heal dragging slow morning leave is the temporary reprieve from one handed juggling. in this place, I have one hat, and that one is gently nestled in community, a family of sorts where the spaces come alive. I thrive in this more connected wood tied environment. well and I do get totally pampered. perhaps far more complex, but these thoughts are on the surface of my morning.0