Just Enough To Hold Us Until The Storm Can Settle Down

I don't want to die from a massive wave

I just want spring rain for my rose bush

I remember the feeling of dreaming, waiting, and doing in order to escape to that place of bright creative. Not that I didn't love the intellectual or social aspects of school, but I tended to place suffocating pressure on myself--the pressure and the daily mundane was a near-fatal cocktail. Go Ducks, go competitive journalism school, but it probably would have served me to go to a Waldorf university (do they even have those?) or been an art major of some kind. It is much more natural for me to be living like alice in wonderland than to be living in rules and guidelines quick sand. Much more enjoyable to fly rather than stand in suffocating, thick muck. To walk on earth with ease is a skill. Morning inspiration from a fellow wild child full of grace.