Never too late

I wish I could draw.
I wish I could write.
I wish I could dance.
I wish I could sing.
I wish I could act.
I wish I cold play music.
I wish I could be funny.
By the 5th Grade most of us knew it was already too late.*

Lynda Barry

May the Angel of Wildness disturb the places
Where your life is domesticated and safe,
Take you to the territories of true otherness
Where all that is awkward in you
Can fall into its own rhythm.**

John O’Donohue

Your head may be saying that
it’s too late,
But your heart is still hoping
to a different beat.

Just take a moment to listen.

*Lynda Barry’s What It Is;
**John O’Donohue’s Benedictus: A Blessing of Angels.

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