Melancholy leans like an old man on my shoulder my eyes burn with the pressure of worded oceans, my belly is taut with grey thoughts, and spine bowed with exhaustion. Does the body weigh the mind? or the mind weigh the body? Life grinds me into small particles and leaves me dissolved and floating; disseminated by my day, day after day. This repetition wants breaking and re-borning; remove the shadow of the avalanche, circle and rise.
This past month has been one where I’ve felt a little lost, even while I felt like I knew exactly where I was going. I did all the ‘right’ things; crossing all the T’s and dotting all the I’s but I felt a little empty and inadequate at the end of every day. Too much on my plate and no brakes to say ‘no.’ I was sorry every week to miss the opportunity to say ‘Hey’ to you guys.