leaning in.

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yesterday, i sat in the back seat of the big ol' dodge truck as the pencilfox family

pour inclure brother to mister pencilfox

took a trip into the big city. 

i was part of the pack: 

pinto. ziggy. me. 

i stayed plugged-in most of the trip: 

to. 

from. 

knitting. 

tunes. 

pema chodron. 

when i felt too-closed-in-on, i sang. 

sometimes i sang to the songs on the radio or the music filtering through to my songcenter

via earbuds from the tiny ipod shuffle. 

sometimes i just have to wrap around the closest stronghold, like the sweet pea vines.

lean on the rock, so to speak. 

life is quite grand. 

most of the time. 

when not-so-wonderful as per my perception, 

i lean into the difficulties and choose to change my outlook. 

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