Spirit Cloth

The Struggle

This was a struggle. 

You know , like what you are imagining isn't working.

But then it goes beyond that, especially if you work in a way that is intended to express what you are thinking, not what you thought or you want someone to think. 

The struggle here, as it became apparent , was everything. Everything that is me.  Or now actually, was me.

I struggled with this one when it suddenly dawned on me that. That's the Point.

So I kept going until the moments held together.

And I named it

The Struggle to  Be_______.

Probably for me, Visible might be what I fill in the blank with,  but we each have our own struggles, right?

And I didn't really get anywhere. But it's ok. I like looking at what happened. The form it took.

I wanted to talk here but I didn't find enough quiet time and now I forgot what I was thinking. It was a confusing day.

almost October

I don't know really. Just Good Morning.

there's something happening here...

There was no sleep last night. So just to catch my blog feed, which I cannot change the time on anymore...just to be here, I just got up, a picture then and I will just gather words and try to put them here later. This piece continued from here.