Untitled and bridled!

Yes, it is that 'flow' the driving mechanism that spurs creative flow and unbuyable bubble...that one often bridles and allow both diminishing and suspention...and in such deferment [one executes self-neglect].

Yes, in identifying that act, semmingly selfless, but greater 'flow' suicidal I must claim remorse and state abhorring...a balancing of one for the other's impact or supression...only the opposite know.

The truth, that all the vague and self-criticism I might conjure..would be better eradicated by action and the actual creations and manifestation I am capable of generation.

No recovering acknowledgement and healing benefit of a Mother's role being chosen over her own artistic leans and production can actually DO the WORK! Heels in, sleeves rolled, I will to the tasks of being and sharing and making my mettle and opus.

May mowing makes muscle and more!

Alerting, yes. I alert the world. But larger, the scene is green. I speak but of the emerging tending and nurturing I have been promising myself...The development of my garden. The task, I understand, is often therapy but strongly physical....Pun.

The mental architechture I have been constructing [of my lovely space]....now begins to own the space I have allocated. Meaning, as I culture and shape the tenetive lines and mental marking of my garden for the creekside, I am achieving my dream and executing the job God charges us with...that job: improving the spot where we are. Through our blogging, through gardening, through conversation..good selected words.