Above me, crows with stone-like eyes float downward then lift themselves with steady-winged beats like rock rhythms.
Below me, stones dig themselves deeper into the earth then float skyward with crow-winged souls.
Days like these, it’s hard to tell up from down.
Days like these, when the flow and deluge of the cosmos rubs up against our flesh, the universe hymning and howling the joys and sorrows for which we struggle to find words.
Days when our hearts strain against the unknown until the pain becomes a part of us.
Days like these, when all we can do is put our shoulder to the wheel. Lean into love.
RichRant 