The things that cause the most pain often can preduce the most magic.

Isn’t life a twisty head fuck sometimes? Taking you in loops and dropping you in ditches, letting you feel like you have a choice and are the orchestrator of your own performance, when really it is not up to you at all.

Or is it?

Perhaps the beauty of the spontenous and glorious present moment is what we all seek, yet is so often overlooked  when pondering the past or fretting for the future. I wish there was a drug that could swtich my mind off, but there isn’t, there is only patience.

Patience I am still learning the meaning of.

The daintness.

A perch for a Bird.

Barebacked branches sailing the bristling sea of clouds.

The fight for the perfect roost.

The crooked house of the crooked man with crooked legs and a crooked grin.

A leaf alert.

The courage to coax.

The straight edge of Man’s mentality.

Clean air for one, clean air for all.

A swarm.

Port and harbour.

One of life’s great questions.

Springs first warrior.

A warm farewell.

This life is but a game, play it but don’t let it play you.

Find the joy in every moment, because moments are but once then lost.

Happiness is the only thing worth striving for, and its easy to find if you don’t have to look.

Much love always,

Jenny.