Wednesday, 9 June 2010
there are so many of us
i watched a show on bbc last night about a nomadic turkish family
raising goats on a mountain plateau. the women bake bread all day.
they have dreams. they have broken hearts. and they sometimes laugh.
there are so many of us here on earth... too many of us for anyone to know us all... and there is a little eye on each of us... there is a little eye on every thing... we all have cares and worries... and every worry matters the same... i am trying to remember that worries are just thoughts... they can be changed into bunnies.
there will always be a little bit of mud on your new shoes. freckles appear out of thin air. how will i observe them? i will change them into bunnies. mud can become bunnies with the blink of an eye.
there are so many of us... too many of us to count... we are stuffed into white buildings one on top of the other. we sit by the water or fire... and we wander in the woods... and we are woven into the fabric of everything living and everything that has ever lived... we are one big quilt... we are grounded... i am a square sewn to many other squares. today i will decorate my own quilt square with candles and incense. strawberries, lavender and wool. its the only thing i can do ♥
stay tiny & turn mud into bunnies.