There I was, scrambling in the dark
Clawing, climbing steep.
Each hand that grasps left a mark,
Bruising, denting deep.

Panic depicted in my face,
Longing, holding, keeping still.
My surrounding in a haze,
Floating, fleeting, and unreal.

How do you let go?

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I write to ease myself from the winding thoughts inside my head.
I write to make sense of all the things I’ve left unsaid.
I write to give myself alternatives.
I write to capture my thoughts before it leaves.

I write to make myself remember.
I write because I’d like to look back in September.
I write to give my mind some space.
I write to keep small memories from dwindling in a haze.

I write because I love to write.
I write because it keeps my sanity in a bind.
I write since it is my therapy.
I write simply because it makes me happy.

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Sunset on Piney Shores campsite in Livingston State Park.

I stumbled on this image when I was pinning and I love, love it!  It’s rather nice to make your own cleaning agents and to know you are doing the environment a favor.

credits to Jordan of PickLee.

“The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day.”

—Albert Einstein, “Old Man’s Advice to Youth: ‘Never Lose a Holy Curiosity.'” LIFE Magazine (2 May 1955) p. 64