After the Scary Things

She Will Not Be Quiet: A (mostly unedited) daily writing practice

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Jotting from my Journal. Day #192 of (mostly unedited) daily writing/sharing

After the Scary Things

I fell back into 
the lap of late summer and let
the hammock hold me, 

let myself be swayed by the sultry 
breeze, serenaded 
by the saintly trees, 

prayed for those with hungry 
bellies, broken hearts, 
ancient wounds,

begged the sky to show me 
how how how 
to meet it all. 

Then, I noticed the little red squirrel 
lick herself clean, leap from one mossy 
limb to another, 

wrap her tiny arms around 
the branch of the fir
and rest.
 
Rest. 

And, 
just like that—
the answer.

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