THE BRAIN within its groove
~Emily Dickinson
Runs evenly and true;
But let a splinter swerve,
’T were easier for you
To put the water back
When floods have slit the hills,
And scooped a turnpike for themselves,
And blotted out the mills!
This seemed like an excellent reminder for the thirteenth of January, when the sheen is beginning to rub off the year a little. Sometimes it’s habit that makes the magic possible.
With that in mind, here’s a prompt–what is the splinter that swerves you off course? What do you do to smooth the way?
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