on my walk with oona this morning
in the middle of the road
was a broken beginning of a tree branch
in the wild rain last night
it must’ve broken off
it was soft, tender, new
the leaves had not yet unfurled
it made me think about new ideas
new projects
beginnings
sometimes it may be useful to keep them protected for a while
and by protected
for me
i mean private, quiet, gestating
give them the time they need to unfurl
to establish roots before they are exposed to the world
just toying with this notion
i have both a visionary and a detailed step by step mind
so i tend to have that whole
tree
unfurled, grown, making tree friends
creating tree networks
creating a consortium for new ways to protect their roots
a creative campaign that involves
floating
treehouses
it becomes a global movement
and then that tender idea
is spent
it grew up before its time
i am going to play with the notion
of holding some ideas close
nurturing them tenderly
quietly
gasp
even privately
not every idea will be born
i have way too many ideas for that
but
i like the idea of holding it softly
it’s new
it’s tender
it may or may not make it
and that doesn't really matter
it's about tenderness, spaciousness
as a way of holding something
