i wrote this morning.
i wrote until all that was left was little nubs of dusty chalk that my fingertips could barely hang on to and my nails made that wretched, awful noise on the chalkboard. and that made me cringe each time.
i wrote until i had the entire door filled up.
i love this poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer. you can find the whole thing here. i have it in a sweet little book that i came across this morning while i was cleaning out my studio. my chalkboard has been blank for a while, so i decided to write parts of it out. a little inspiration for the next few weeks...