I don’t pick up my end of the rope
preferring to let it BE
untethered by
expectation…
Some mornings I
write two poems. This morning I decided to share them both. Each of them
reflects a different aspect of me today. I enJOY when I can see there are
facets to me that aren’t immediately within reach.
I don’t pick up my
end of the rope… that was my prompt for today. It made for some interesting
writing earlier. This is often the case when I just let my fingers fly on the
keys.
I am grateful this
morning for letting go of a rope I was trying to perfect lassoing. I can’t DO
perfect and canNOT perfect my lassoing capabilities. Best then to simply NOT
pick up my end of the rope.
Sometimes I have
to LET GO my end of a rope, but that’s an entirely other kettle of crocodiles from
NOT picking it up in the first place. I have noticed that oftentimes I will
have Let Go awhile “back” in Time the same rope I don’t pick up my end of
Today.
It is funny, too,
how I don’t pick up my end of the rope and then, slowly [or sometimes quickly]
I realise there was no one holding onto the other end anyway…
I love you, Currie
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