The mundane bullshit in life is driving me partially insane. My rational mind knows that "This too shall pass" but all I can think about is ridding my mind of this incessant clutter.
I need a break from this. All this. This extreme stress to be a good friend, a good partner, a good dog owner, a good employee, a good person.
I want to sit on the deck of my one room cabin, stare at the moon and stars and be still and silent.
Now as I watch the moon from my Urban perch, staring as the clouds race accross the sky, I wonder are they Minnesota bound? Will those clouds make it all the way too the big sky, clear waters, and deep green of my home?
I hope they do.
Maybe born on those clouds my anxiety and stress will float towards home. Lay my weariness to rest in the deep sacred depth of the great lakes. Let loose my worries into an endless sky of stars so bright my chest clutches in memory.
If they can make it there, then so can I.
