there are 28 days left of this fine month. i plan to have a post for each day. i play to wrestle the dragon inside my brain. maybe i'll tie him up. maybe i'll loose a limb. maybe you'll see me ridin' em.
november is a gift. it's the first rest in my measure. i don't usually have time to write at home with the little ladies crawling all over everything. but, i can't think of a better way to reach for december.
november, may you be a long dramatic pause. a deep cosmic breath. i hope you slur your sentences and screw around with grammar. i hope you learn. i hope you light a fire in my backyard, where i can stoke a pipe and hear from angels.
november, i hope you bring babies safely into these pastures.
And God, i'm reaching for you. in all things.
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