This, this is the miracle.
Not the moments of rare success and triumph,
the moments of beauty and of joy.
But this.
This moment when I show up,
leaden feet and tired eyes and clouded mind.
The moment when, once again,
all unprepared and unready,
I allow pen to touch paper
and ink to flow unchallenged once again.
Not the moments of rare success and triumph,
the moments of beauty and of joy.
But this.
This moment when I show up,
leaden feet and tired eyes and clouded mind.
The moment when, once again,
all unprepared and unready,
I allow pen to touch paper
and ink to flow unchallenged once again.