nature

follow me

Posted on by sheri

follow me

although maybe that’s not such a good idea. i’m such a bad influence.

whining about creative angst when i’m overworked. sighing in boredom, lost and flailing, when there’s free time to be found. will the tides ever match up? the tides of free time and inspiration. will they ever pull together in sync?

is it a ruse — the creative, premeditated twinkle in my eye? here to put me off course or here to guide me? something to honor or something to lose? something made of wishes? or made of promise?

are we really meant to spend our entire lifetime searching? or is it someday going to stop? or is that what i’m afraid of?

consider this…before you follow me.

orchard

Posted on by sheri

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I stood before this orchard overflowing with wildflowers, and I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had to stop and look around. Why was my car the only one, pulled urgent and crooked to the side of the road? Where were all the people? Where was the long velvet-roped line to wait in, before one could stand before it?

I looked up at the sky. Dozens of swallows circling lower and lower at a gentle, healing pace. I looked out again and at the moment right before my very eyes.

Where are all the people? Where is the line? How did I get so lucky?