Wild-Grown Hair

Thinking about life today.....

There are times when I feel like the keeper of spaces. Most are full of dreams ,yet many are empty. Time takes its toll on the empty ones and causes them to shrivel into oblivion. Gone to find space in a soul more willing to use them.

Maybe we focus to much on what we have not been. Better at this or that and not giving ourselves credit for all  we have accomplished in life. In some ways feeling like you are  working in a factory line watching cans pass along with the days.

Someday my children will tell stories of a grandma with wild-grown  hair who left a trail of unfinished projects. One who watched the morning light expand through windows glowing across the floor. Her artwork unfinshed hangs on the wall telling only half the story.She wore mismatched socks and sat watching the moon. At ninty one she smiled from the doorway, trying to recall who you were. She remembered.