Saturday, February 12, 2011

The Process

My tennis shoes are dirty

From all the dirt I have been kicking up these many traveling months,

These many traveling circus months, during which I have found myself finding myself searching
All. Over. Again.

I would be hurt or worried or tense, and believe me
I most certainly
AM.


But there is a part of me that has allowed this to happen, allowed the wound and later allowed the scab to drape itself over me like a hand-sewn quilt patched from a mother's anguish and safe intentions.

However, that scab is becoming exceedingly uncomfortable,

And everything in me wants to scratch it,

bleed it out,

and allow it heal just one more time.

All Their Ducks Only Have One Leg



Cause The Queen Likes to Eat the Left Ones..

Now You Know



Ever Wonder What 100 Million Clay-Imitation Sunflower Seeds Used In a Display Against Government Control By a Nobel Peace Pize-Winning Chinaman Looks Like?

St. Paul's Cathedral

Laughing in Front of Buckingham Palace

In Front of the Queen's House

I Bet He's Thinking About Doughnuts

I Wasn't About to Step Inside That Thing. It Was Filthy.

Westminster Abbey

Our Green Guys and A Big Clock

Mr. Big Ben

London!

Runcton Manor

My Beautiful Commute

Perfection