I leave myself reminders – then the weight of the world drags my head down to where I can’t even look up to see them.
The chains holding me down are no less strong or real for being non-physical. I have to remember that I can fly, both physically and emotionally, but it’s difficult when there seem to be so many things holding me down, pressing me into the earth and rooting me there like an maple tree.
But the maple releases its seeds as little whirligigs, spinning away on the breezes. Tomorrow I’ll try to remember that.
More whirli needed, perhaps less gig.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 