{Lost}

Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside you Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here, And you must treat it as a powerful stranger, Must ask permission to know it and be known. The forest breathes. Listen. It answers, I have made this place around you, If you leave it you may come back again, saying Here. No two trees are the same to Raven. No two branches are the same to Wren. If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you, You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows Where you are. You must let it find you.” ― David Whyte, The Heart Aroused: Poetry and the Preservation of the Soul in Corporate America

Actual, current footage of my subconscious. There is some crazy shit going on in there. I have had increasingly bizarre dreams lately that wake me up and leave me unsettled the next day. One in particular the other night involved me amputating my own left arm, sewing it back together using someones foot. My thumb was my big toe. All my dreams are fuzzy regarding sequence of events. This dream had me moving from an apartment I used to leave in right out of college with my ex-husband. It was an old house, with a small arched closet. I kept complaining to my mom of all people that I needed to get to the hospital to have my arm looked at. I felt actual pain in the dream. Somehow, later I walked downstairs and the house had turned into, what could only be described as a train station. It leaves crinkle up my back even journaling this. The end.