One of the things that I set out to do this weekend (perhaps unintentionally) was to find a little bit of clarity and peace and perspective (thank God I currently have a direction) after a slight trauma.
This particular trauma was small,
but there have been other,
And the very comforting thought that came in the last few days
was that even after those
sometimes horrendous traumas,
clarity and peace did still return to me
This weekend I had an odd desire to:
paint lots of pictures (and I am not a painter)
tear things out of magazines
take lots of photos
explore (a friend and I found a new train bridge)
drive and drive
and get rid of lots and lots of stuff.