Dig. Plant. Stay for a bit. Let the breeze catch your feathers. Feel the tension of the stretch. For a moment touch the scars, your hard earned medallions. Breathe ...

The basket where it begins. Be it absent from intention or instilled with all the hopes/dreams/aspirations one can rally, it’s the original home base ... the first cradle ... the birth place of all. But fits of barrenness spasm annoyingly on the regular. Doubt fogs. Amnesia dulls gold stars that special’d you causing hands to cement and inspiration to dry. In waste ... wait. The womb is just restarting ... wait ... what comes next may dull past expectations like butterflies on dusty house plants ... wait ... 

Headless bird spread its wings waiting. Each feather spread like goosebumps on bare skin waiting. Anticipating ... preparing ... waiting for the moment when life will not be as before. When lightness is not imagined because the ground is no longer there ... waiting. But headless bird has no eyes. It cannot see that its legs are home to earthly creatures and its wings have holes ... 

Each evolution grows from the dust of the previous. Each accomplishment ... failure ... self-congratulation ... self doubt ... stretch the self left, right, up, down. It opens, shrinks, hides, stands tall. It grows feathers, fangs, claws, teeth until the self takes a form that is unique unto itself. A creature from another dimension, another imagination ...

All knotted, twisted, squeezed of the last drop of politeness venom burns the jokes meant to break ice. Kids flee to the cover of YouTube skits and memes made by enthusiastic nerds. Blackhole walking on the corner of Swatelle and Mississippi! Clear the road! Make a path! Blackhole walking ...

The seed’s intention is for the bloom to be beautiful. Something inviting, welcoming, approachable. Something that calls butterflies and humming birds to rest. But intention is at times the shell that breaks so spikes can fly and thorns imbed in ribs. A reminder to be braver ...

Stretch, Reach, Extend ... these are actions within your control. No matter how frail, thin, or delicate the product, the action is proof of your choice to participate. To prove that you are using this life and you have something to say. Mark time. Make a monument to the week, the day, the passing thought. Make a token. Make ... 

Awkward branches. Unpredictable new directions. Shifts. Sharp turns. Knots. Broken limbs ... reattached ... rebroken ... rebalancing ... recalibrating ... regrowing ... keep growing ...