signs timing.
Oh so this is funny:
I’m sitting outside kind of cursing my fingers and brain simultaneously. Or maybe I should just have words wtih the nerves. Either way, a synapse between is a bit off and the words are just knocking heads trying to get out. I get frustrated and start darting my eyes around the yard. This large, amazing feather drifts down and lands on the overgrown patio. Somehow it lands like a pro in a tuft of weeds and stands up out of the ground. Straight up, at rest. The wind kicks it just a bit and I see that one side is black, and the other is one of the most brilliant blues I’ve ever seen on…well..on something like a feather. Yeah yeah, so I’m not that into signs but maybe I should be this one time?
I strained my back at work today while lifting some boxes with printer paper in them. I did some half-ass bend at the knees and it felt yanked and seized–yuck. Rode home and now I feel stiff. Smooth move, genius. I’m rocking the five different shades of brown right now thanks to all the biking and sleeve/cuff variations. The back is throwing a little protest but overall things are just swell.
I started sending submissions to various publications. A handful a day, at the least let’s hope. I don’t feel like I’m doing much right now, as much as I should and could and the only thing that mends that is change, and conscious effort. So I’m here outside writing and here comes some feather, trying to make me a believer. I would not be convinced, if I wasn’t at that exact moment hoping for some tiny trigger to click.
Thanks, bird.