Little Dragon’s “Twice”

Everything comes to life on my walks. I notice my shadow and I childishly mock it but then I wonder if its the other way around. It moves on its own accord, crafting hand puppets and dancing on walls. I take refuge wherever the warmth lives. I make sure to sit right in front of the sun even if it blinds me. All I can see and feel is the spirit of the light so bright that I can't tell where it ends and I begin. And in these stretched out days, I am teaching myself to mend things. Anxiously, trying to finish even before I have begun. An old habit of making things harder than what they are. But its coming undone in my doing. I have to start over. I am learning. Exhale, take your time, I remind myself. Take your time. So now to make amends l tend to the start of making something with whatever little I have which is all that is really needed. To show myself some love in my creating. To gift myself more than the wanting but of the making of a life worth living. Making it with what breathes in my heart. "Use what has been given" I am told in the stillness. No more, no less. Let it out into the world. At first it was about being seen but now it is the longing to give. Not any people in particular. But to anyone willing to receive it. And if its just one or none, give it anyway. Maybe then my shadow would stop taunting me. Maybe not but I reckon that soon we'll be making shadow puppets and dancing in the sunlight, regardless I keep on living. We keep living! -SEeR