100 Days of Gladness: Day 23
We have choices.
The minute we open our eyes, there’s a default mode.
And. There are a million other modes, if we would only
WD-40 the hinges of our consciousness
and open to them.
Novelist. Poet. Musician. Buddhist. Quilter. Animal lover. Visible grownup. Hidden child. Secret dancer when all alone. Makes good bread.