My mind has been cluttered. So many plans swirling around in there. I'm torn between creative ideas that I want to develop and the taxi, laundress and short order cook service I am running for my children. The result... gridlock and frustration. Panic that nothing is happening. Nothing is getting done!
Breathe in. Breathe out.
I stopped and let the waves of my mind's ocean lap back and forth. Things started to wash up. Broken shells, twigs, crab claws, smooth rocks. Bleached out. Perfect in their white smoothness.
I started cutting shapes and sewing them together.
Perhaps this paper garland will remind me to get out of the traffic in my brain.
To pull over, slip on some sandals, hop across the hot sand, and take a slow walk along the beach.