I once had a friend who I cared very much about. She was my “Fairy God Mother” and “Once upon a time…” was a story she shared with me about a man I was creating a life with. It was a beautiful tale about two ancient souls coming together. In it, two people melted together in an airport hug. She told me how she saw this in her vision of ‘the reunion’ with said knightly man.
When it happened. I thought. ‘Oh that wasn’t melting. Oh well.’ I carried on as usual. Even without the melting there was still love.
Then one day that story ended and a new one began. As they do. I lost my friend too, She stayed in the other story. As they do.
There was an airport hug with someone new.
We melted for all eternity.
Even your Fairy God Mother can get hijacked by multiple streams of consciousness and quantum possibilities.
The pair was stacked. Two hollow accordions sitting deflated, squat, and patient on the floor.
can you only have one sketch is that the deal
Where did my last sketch go
Someone asked me, why don't you defend yourself?
Everything starts here. All the beauty and the wretched stumbling. Yet there is nothing that lets love shine more brilliantly than the vulnerability of being alive.
Slow down long enough to witness the awe of nature (monarch migration). Monarchs travel in masses, but maintain independence also.