sTORIES FROM THE
CENTER OF THE STORM
discovering joy in every molecule
Sometimes I have to step away from something to see it new.
I am out walking, and then, rather quickly, I am out crawling, because of all the sheep fall off of em' steep mountains here in the Blue Ridge. Mid-crawl, I hear a voice as clearly as I hear my own panting and swearing, and it says “Get off facebook”
Which is not even relevant to mountains. And I am not even in the habit of hearing voices. Especially concerning social media. So I just kind of ignore it, which, I hear is a fairly common initial approach upon the Hearing of Voices. I proceed to think about the farmer boys who had just driven by and paused to applaud my little dance break I'd been having. I liked the jib of the story and all the selfies I'd taken to accompany it. And then it came again. Clearer this time. Get. OFF. Facebook.