Like a ball on a string around my wrist, my mind comes back to me. It’s been lost down in the dirt and weeds, where it falls redundantly. So once again, I pull it back to be here and attend this moment with me as my own witness—ally—friend.
Those weeds sure are thick sometimes! It's always a good feeling when you regain presence in the present. ☺️
Those weeds sure are thick sometimes! It's always a good feeling when you regain presence in the present. ☺️