Last night there was a thunderstorm. It was loud. It was bright. The rain was pouring from the sky. Everything stopped. I sat in bed with all of the blinds opened and watched the flashing lightning paint the sky over and over and over again. The thunder boomed and my poor Bella ran under the bed. The rain poured and poured and poured. I thought about how cleansing a storm can be. While it's happening, it can be scary...just ask my dog...but after it's over, I wake up and feel renewed. Maybe we need to storm sometimes too. Let it all out and see what's left and how it feels. I storm...on the pages my notebook. When I'm frustrated or worried or ecstatic, I open the pages and let it all out. The emotions paint the pages of my notebook...it's all left there. And after, I feel renewed. I breathe more deeply, think more clearly, and feel better. Without thunderstorms, what would spring be? Without writing, who would I be? I have always been deeply connected to th...
Sigh.
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Sigh.
Kevin
Poetry
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and change the world.
Words float from inside out
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point out inconsistencies.
Great idea to find a poem at a budget meeting.
Bear with us, sad, sad, I'm sad...
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Let's just keep writing
poetry.
Hey, J.K. Rowling started Harry Potter on a napkin! Maybe this is a sign of good things to come!
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The red adds so much to your message.