4/20/17 Notes to Myself:I don't know. And sometimes that feels scary. Sometimes it feels like I don't know where I'm going but I don't think about that too long. When I'm creating that seems to disappear into the atmosphere and there's a great peace within my soul. Maybe I can be a flower. I'm not sure they care where they are going. They just ARE! Some bloom every year and seem to start all over with all their beauty and color in tact, open and available just because. They ARE. These were at the gas station. Standing tall around the perimeter. Next to a busy highway. I knew where I was going, home.
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