The Sunflower and The Cashier

The image of the leaves falling off the tree is up on my computer, as music from The Chronicles of Narnia fills the room. I have just sat down after being in the kitchen making myself a soy milk berry smoothie. Th orange blanket wraps me in warmth. I pick up my pen and place it to the paper, reminding myself that this is how I create the magic.

            Sometimes my thoughts move faster than the pen will allow me to convey. No pencils allowed; we are not erasing any of the process. Just like the collage I put together yesterday, leaving the white from the ripped paper there. This decision was made, thinking about the Japanese tradition of fixing broken bowls with gold. I don’t believe in mistakes.

            I believe life unfolds the way it is supposed to. The whole idea of a “mistake” implies something does not measure up to some standard. Whose standard though?