I’m digging deep dark down. Mining for gold…for something to write. Somewhere a geyser of words awaits, somewhere Vesuvian vitality pulses. Gotta find it.
Show up and trust! No sense makin’ the effort without the faith. I got that faith, though. Know the world is alive—like me. I offer honed muscle and earth-bound surety. Dare to labor and search. Prepare to uncover, embody, shape and form.
I’ll get there … I’ll get there … diggin’ with the pull-forward of deep dark down.
May I be uncluttered. May I face the day with feminine force. May I live as a divinely inseminated human, labor as a generative human. May I be a useful soul.