Posted in Random ramblings, rural life, Self Care

Find Cover

Life is going to hand you weeds

Take them and make peace

Life can hand out even worse

Stalk yourself against tall winds

Find cover and find peace


Yeah I know that tall one is a weed. But it’s the right height and it’s easy to pull and it’s filling a blank space. Might just stay there a while. Making peace with my weeds and my head space.