#195

It occurs to me that I have never imagined a dragon when the band Imagine Dragons comes up in my life. I'm not imagining a dragon now, either. Their whole deal does not work on me, which is interesting, as I am prone to imagining dragons without any impetus at all. From the ages of seven to fourteen, I drew dragons practically all the time. I had entire art pads filled with dragons. 

Can't draw a dragon very well, no. They were all bad, but I did at least imagine them.

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Maybe I'll draw a crappy dragon when I finish this post. Use that fancy brush pen I bought on a feverishly desirous whim and have only set to paper a single time.

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Some days your body feels fine and your head checks out okay but your spirit's a little off the center, your heart maybe not quite right. It's not bad, not a sickness, not an affliction like despair or thirst for punishment, but a fragility. The sensitivities are heightened, your feelings glassier, easier for you to see through but prone to cracking. Ever run a finger over cracked glass the wrong way? One learns what it is to bleed freely, if one didn't already.

Usually there are little solaces throughout the day. This is lucky. 

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Taking in and working out poison takes a certain toll on the system. This is as true for the spirit as it is for the flesh.

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Alright. Gonna go sit outside for June's last sunset. It's been quite a month. Really one for the books in a lot of ways. A month of extremes; frustrations and blessings, blaze and deluge, halcyon days and severe tests, compassing failure and success, loving and longing, and exertion and release. Also I saw a lot of birds. Even saw an oriole, not super common to peep round here. 

Hope your June was also worth comment. Let's see what July has for us.


--JL