May Realitay

May. Huh.
That time of year when I look back on what I THOUGHT this year might be around this time followed by a sheer reality check of how it is not that. 
Brain burnout is here. 
Sorta like the train forgot there are tracks and now it's trying to climb a tree. When's the last time you saw a train climb a tree? I've never seen that, but the time has arrived.

Each little tweeting bird seems like such a revelation, all cherished and stuff. 
Outside has been a relief, gazing at mud and leaves is a calming hobby. 
Heart and mind are in technicolor slow motion while the months are formula one brisk as fat tires shredding smoking peeling on asphalt.

Some layers have been shed, some realizations have been illuminated, growth and concepts are never ending. Sanctuary is found in painting, woodcarving, writing, directing shows, running events, sketching puppets, cleaning the sink, staring at the petals of flowers. 

I've reached a clearing where the trees make a circle and sunshine lights up this part of the forest. I'll walk in and see what grasses and weeds blow in the gentle wind.