Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

The problem with nothing.

October 27, 2016


Dread is one piece of baggage I can't seem to shake. It's like I'm a spy-type attache, and this thing is handcuffed to my wrist. 


But you know, it finally occurred to me--dread is the flip-side of faith, of trust in oneself. And, yeah, no wonder this dread thing hangs so heavy. Trust and faith in your abilities is a bloody hard thing to cultivate. I certainly haven't been able to nudge that seed into sprouting. I know it's in there somewhere, but it remains stubbornly dormant. 


I should probably stop before the metaphors get too convoluted.


But then again, when has a little thing like logic ever stopped me, I ask you? 


But, yes, faith. Try it. I'm going to. So wish me luck finding the key to these handcuffs...(or, at the very least, the dude to whom I'm supposed to deliver this dangerous package). 












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