flow.

flow like a small, golden leaf carried on a Chicago wind

flow like the white stickiness of milkweed in late summer

flow like cream gently poured into the blackest coffee

flow like a wild river that cuts through, well, whatever she wants

or maybe flow like a meandering conversation with a stranger

(yeah, like that)

flow like the blood in my veins

like lava, steaming into the sea

like the waves lapping their tongues up on the shore

flow like the lemniscate of death and rebirth

flow.

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I’ve been making (and using) weekly creative flow videos for my business. This poem and painting came from the prompt in today’s video. Grab a journal and play along if you like:

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A Blessing

May your creative flow bring you goodness, dear reader.