then there are slo-o-o-ow days
when even the air around me seems stifled and stagnant
despite winter barren trees bowing and waving to the sky
when even taking a breath is forgotten
despite the voluntary rhythm of breathing
then in the midst of this limbo
Diana Kraal’s smoky jazz moves me to stand and stir my own air.
to write, to clean, to restore order to
this day that seemed meaningless and chaotic
birthday calls released joy inside my soul
laughter echoed in my home.
intention lead me through each step
as a child takes a parents hand.
“Only as high as I read can I grow,
Only as far as I seek can I go,
Only as deep as I look can I see,
Only as much as I dream can I be,.”
~ Karen Ravn, author
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