Old free-writing

I came across some files of old writing as I intermittently try to organise and declutter my life. I’ve written piles of bunkum in my life, but I found this wee piece in a folder of “freewriting” that was scribbled at some point. I suppose you could say my clutter, even my digital clutter, has the power to send timely messages I do well to heed.

The flowers are from the here and now. I love succulents and sempervivums, and this year they are all exploding with blooms as the Mother sends us more signs that we have altered our climate.

I’m feeling cynical today, so I’m not going to conform to finishing on a pretty, positive, happy note.

*grin*