Tweet 17 Awoken

I’m scribbling lists, writing prompts for my retreat. Old beloved ones, new ones from the messy pile of books on the couch. “This is how lonesome feels,” I read. It stops me. The ache in my belly and heart lights up like magic from the quiet place where it was sleeping.

[17 of 30 in November, re-posted from today’s tweet @tryingmywings]