i sat at work with my eyes a little wild, and i pressed into ink:
i mean i do ...
but i don't.
sometimes all we need is a blank page and a question, don't we?
i posted it on instagram and dear friends responded with their most secret hearts ~ the language of dreaming, the language of longing.
isn't tapping that hidden, dangerous, and tender place
the way of life for a warrioress?
over the next few days i scribbled out dozens of prompts. to be honest, i don't know all the answers to them but i want to see what happens when we marinate in (commune)ity.
will you? with me?
i'm thinking about posting one or two a week. these questions are like jump-starts for the heart; some of them pull me right to thin, like my friend says, and i feel vulnerable seeing them on the page, quietly waiting for the answering.
but i think this is the brave thing to do.
in your deepest heart,
in all your wildest hoping,
with your eyes squeezed tight and lungs gulping air,
what is it that you really