I feel like a part of me is suspended above myself somewhere, caught among the helium balloon strings of my heart. Can't quite seem to find solid ground, yet, again. It's become a pattern for me lately.
Everything is gold and rust here: the light, the leaves, the barns bathed in late afternoon sun. Trying to catch my breath and find a rhythm today.
In my molskine quickly scribbled quotes. Together, they're where I'm at right now:
"I believe in everything that has not yet been said." ~ Rilke
"I write to discover what I know." ~ Flannery O'Connor
"The wrong answer is the right answer in search of a different question. Collect wrong answers as a part of the process. Ask different questions." ~ Bruce Mau
"It is as if mothers have two hearts and two bodies--one heart loves the babies, the other heart attends to the world; one body feeds the babies, the other body moves through ttime and space." ~ Elizabeth Lesser