Small Watchers
- ericafraaije
- 5 days ago
- 1 min read
Under my hands small forms appear, I call them small watchers.
They resemble one another, yet each is different.
Watcher.
Being.
Tower.
Nest.
Seed.
Egg.
The old roles slowly fall away.
What remains is freedom.
I am still learning how to invest in myself.
Sometimes guilt comes with it.
After a night of sleep, it usually fades.
Lekker bezig!
Small forms of that just are. One wonders how would communicate.