Hi everyone. Happy Wednesday.
I’m always amazed at the way my brain works. It’s having a constant dialogue (sometimes monologue) at every waking moment. Please tell me I’m not alone with that… 🫣 I don’t want to be weirder than I already am…😂
Either way… I saw these clouds and my brain erupted in a short poem. Here it is.

A Storm
clouds are building sun presses down turmoil alive both inside and out of me and my mind ever racing, reaching often raging though open to the warmth and goodness of the blessed orb that rules the sky by faye e arcand
Well, that’s my Weird Wednesday… Hope it makes sense to someone. Tell me your thoughts.

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Sun pressing down….Describes to me a feeling of pressure trying to release its self. Turmoil is released to a feeling all is well.
❤️I know you get me Heather. Pressure and turmoil for me go hand in hand…