lost & found in flyover country

mostly poems. published weekly.

Abide

“Abide in the presence of the confusing blessing.”

This was the advice waiting for me in my inbox this morning, courtesy of Rob Brezsny’s Free Will Astrology.

If I were to embrace a word for the new year, abide is one I might choose. Sit for a minute. Don’t be hasty. You don’t yet understand. Breathe.

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