the rain comes down in sheets
washing away the funk of winter
and promising a new day
i've been hoarding my stones in my journal....no real reason why- one part rebellion, one part self-sabotage, i suppose. i think i started finding my self-imposed structure to be too limiting. so things might change. or not. but i like writing them, so i'm going to carry on. it's meditative and keeps me connected to the words in a time when i feel like i'm leaving them behind.