We all make mistakes it’s a “tell me yours and I will tell you mine” kind of deal
Its not about not making mistakes its about fessing up to them
No matter if one is a week late, months late, years late, or decades late

Mind of mine I brought you some rubber gloves, a bucket and some soap. Mind of mine we must dust and rearrange; I know change is hard but bear with me. We must make it a little nicer since lots of our time is spent here. Mind of mine we cannot quit as we get older we must continue to reach for growth, and yes relax a little more. But right now we gotta clean so put on your rubber gloves it’s time!

The river is the home where the well soothed water flows
and it runs with a purpose: to the sea
It is no longer frozen in its own block somewhere up in the mountains
it is no longer isolated in a small lake

it has taken the best course to find the greatest vision of itself: the ocean  
watch the water flow by and watch her flow with it

I can bear the weight of my own light

in it rests my being

when I am there
there is no need to listen I move within it
and with it
and I know where I should go
when I listen to the path my life wants to take
and I honor its pull it leads me to next right place which is always now

I do not believe in cutting down the wilderness within a girl

I let the one that wants to stomp, stomp around
I let the gentle ones speak softly and or nod their heads to say yes

I watch them carefully each one so different that  I am careful not to  throw fire into a cool river or more wood into a blazing fire
I watch them because then I can can truly point them down the footpath that leads to their own doorstep  

I am present with them so that I can tell when the one that stomps has had enough

I am observant so that when gentle one is too gentle I can metaphorically hold their hands and lower my voice and ask them to tell me what they truly think

I must be attentive with them all
with their energies with their natures with their way of being

they are wild in their own way and I want them to keep it but not be limited by it
I want them to be what they are but also grow into fuller forests that when any being beholds them they feel a wholesome richness because they never lost it

How should I have felt
How should I have acted
I moved across the world
left everyone I loved


How should I have handled it
when I left the second closet empty
and the half of the bathroom cabinet
half the living room empty

how should I have felt ?

should I have felt okay


how should I have felt ?
Do you know ?
Can you tell me ?