I’m writing to you from underneath morning clouds with surprise-peeks of blue sky. Hope you’re getting to sip on all the coffee/tea this day warrants. (We could use a break, couldn’t we?) I’m going to etch out some breathing space here by writing postcards to you.
The act of creating, even something tiny, can carve out a groove in the earth for a new stream to flow. The backyard of my mind could use that kind of refreshment. I might just let the little stream glide over my hands, feel how it pours between my fingers. Or perhaps I’ll float a broad, green maple leaf — watch the way the water carries it — how it glides between stones.
Photo by Jan Vanaberbeke, Creative Commons license via Flickr (postcard design by Will Willingham). Postcard text by Bethany Rohde.