#gratitude looking for my virtual valentine this week….
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To hatch a crow,
a black rainbow
Bent in emptiness
~ Ted Hughes
I love crows.
Crows are some of my closest confidants in this life. I don’t know why, but crows seem to intuitively and completely know me.
They swoop into my life during times of turmoil, change, transformation. I consider them hilarious harbingers of ‘wake up’ and ‘well, I didn’t see that coming.’ They’re the first indication that a freight train full of chickens and fabric and carved furniture is about to round the bend and mow me down as I sit in my intractable-engine-won’t-start life.
They squawk: get ready. Your life is about to get blown apart.
But it’s all good.
Oh, and don’t worry.
Years ago in Los Angeles when I first kicked corporate life to the curb and sat in my apartment for a year shitting my…
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