The morning after a big (for me!) family picnic at the beach. My mind is full of words that I don’t understand. They buzz around like bees without a colony. New language (like new body) takes energy I don’t notice until it’s spent, unintentional work, the work of receiving. Receiving pieces, patterns, purposes, sounds. Bees looking for jobs, words looking for definition. Me, feeling depleted, but also rowdy inside. Discombobulated!
