Discovering poetry feels like seeing snails for the first time as a kid.
What is this crazy looking thing unafraid of the giants bouncing around it. Sliding across rough surfaces, heading to some unseen destination at a pace dictated by a silver slime.
It’s weird, new and scary. I’m learning again at that mad pace only excitement can drive.
Like kintsugi, I’m using it to fix, fill cracks and repair things. It’s like a magic energiser and repair salve. I can apply it to pain, boredom, things that lack colour and it’s like magic – new again. My phone notes are filling up quickly.
And of course, I applied it to my site’s 404 page 😂
Ooops, that page doesn’t exist (404 😔)
Discovering through finding the non existent, a noble cause.
Hope is your beacon, let the light guide you.
Be grounded in giving and gratitude – the gift store awaits.