Could This Be Real?

As the road disappears beneath my wheels, my mind wanders…

Wanders far and wide…

Wanders towards a braid.

…

…

Could this be real?

Thread carefully chosen many moons ago are integrated.

My hands are no longer overflowing with thread.

Instead, a single braid. Easy to hold.

The strands support themselves.

Music. Writing. Connection.

Cats. Plants. Forest.

Iron. Yoga. Dance.

Infused with mushrooms.

Together, an ecosystem. A braid.

Braiding makes friction disappear.

An honest braid takes patience and care to craft. 

But when you’re done, you have less to hold.

For your life begins to hold itself.

With love from the forest,

~ Alexander

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