Ten.Seven Hundred & Ninety-Eight
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In the dream I was walking on a path and a crane died in front of me. I cried and picked it up.
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I decide to move slowly because. The freedom to decide.
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All of the dishes all over the counter. Still there. So many of them.
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I can feel my anxiety about all of the travel coming up and then I make a note to acknowledge that I am not the only one unnerved by such things.
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The color of light on the hills and the vines. The blue sky. The turbines spinning, spinning, spinning.
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Worth it.
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I grab four miniature packs of skittles on my way out. For the kids of course. I open one before I make it to the first stoplight.
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Let it wash over.
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So glad to have reconnected to their words, their work. That feeling of fire in the center of the womb. Like fire.
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“What Does it Mean if a Crane Crosses Your Path? A crane crossing your path is a reminder to remain patient till all problems subside to move ahead with knowledge and clarity.”