open space
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in my journal
Incomplete thoughts, generally, complete me. Always, in my time.
Casually or constructively, I write what I think (or what I want to think) until it all falls together.
The unfinished thoughts – those bruised, blemished declarations, replete with erroneous expectations or rough edges – often lay latent in my journal. For a time.
Often intrusively confusing and so full of questions, the mandate of the message lacks even muffled clarity.
Those words will keep for another day.
12/15/2024 j.g.l.
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12/12/2024
A warm coat, stocking cap, and a destination.
The early morning walk is comfortable and convenient. I arrive to hot and delicious coffee.
The city comes alive as I sit and write out my thoughts. I listen but pay little attention to other customers as they walk in to claim a morning cup of bravery.
This time is mine.
I write, generally here, first thing every morning.
I write every damn day. Some days it is difficult, but today the words seem to flow. I’ve got things to do later but, for now, this is where I am. It is important to me.
Intentions and expectations, at this moment, do not seem to matter.
I only write.
Maybe that is enough for today.
12/12/2024 j.g.l
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subject to change
What do we wake to, is
it ever the same? People,
predicaments, or weather
are all subject to change.
Yesterday was different
than it will be today.
So will you, in your own
unique way. It is what it is.
12/10/2024 j.g.l.
