by Kathy D.
How wild is that?
Once again a wilderness feeling has crept into my consciousness. I am starting to feel lost within my losses. My spirit hovers restlessly above my body which, by necessity, stumbles forward in search of completion. The sense of joy, so recently encircling the camp of my story, appears to have moved on to other situations. Abandoned now to my own circuitously circular ways I feel that change has happened. It’s in the past. Now is static, gluey, empty of joy. Drifting along without a plan.
To plan or to drift? The card game of life: scrutinize the possibilities, go with the flow, play the wild card?
Time will tell. It works that way.
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