I know that everyone and their neighbor says that if you put as much effort as you can into a situation, then just a bit more, everyday, you will get somewhere.
This is true about writing, but this isn't even what I'm thinking about as I type this.
I'm including this picture that I found (on en parlait la nuit, 2014) from the Tumblr of Aniela Dzikowska.
In it, there is Cobalt Blue paint, the color very important and loved by a friend of mine who is very important and loved. There is the number three, of course, which is just one part of an obsession that I have with numbers. But most beautiful is the combination of the two with a third: a window. To let in light, to shut out wind, to be open, or to be private.
A time of reconnection has arrived between me and someone who has been a huge source of influence, love, intelligence, and peace to me. It's been a few years of holding onto each other from afar. It feels good be coming back home together.
Anyway, keep doing what you need to do. Don't listen to the shit-talker in your head that tries to talk you out of it. I have your back on this one. Just make sure that you have your own, as well.
be well; be loved,
k.
PS. I've been diving into more short stories to read on 15 minute breaks from everything, lately. Reading people who are new to me, but also returning to people whose reading makes me break down in tears. It may be strange to say, or perhaps not, but Ray Bradbury is one of those people. I am thankful for how he wrote his descriptions. I'm going to leave it at that, for now. I am certain I will be writing about him in the near future.
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