To the swift water say: I am.

by Bonnie Pockley

‘And if the earthly forgot you;

To the still earth speak: I run,

To the swift water say: I am.’

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Today was one of those days. So much is changing, so much feels tender. There are some exciting new projects brewing, a trip OS and as always, a few things on my mind. The sun was hot and whitewashed the day and I find myself thinking of this beautiful line of Albert Camus: ‘The evenings were a kind of melancholy truce.’ 

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