Tonight a realization sprang to mind about the small but legendary group of women I’ve had meaningful relationships with in my life. They are all lost souls. None of them have ever held down a job for a real long time because they know they can always do better at something else. All of them are artists of some sort. They make beautiful things. Its a talent they don’t talk about openly because they create their best works when no one's looking. All of them are truly amazing women who chose to live restlessly throughout their lifetime. And I was lucky enough to share in some of that time.
And then another thought.
How do they feel about me?
And then another thought.
How do they feel about me?
