While I exercise-walked yesterday I purposely paused to relate to wilderness sparks trapped anywhere -- for example, tarred inside wooden utility poles, once growing evergreens. But distilled, antiseptic, preserving creosote, like all that is, has its wild side, too.
I won't take up spacetime lamenting this situation, but ignite celebrating through imagining, visioning waking-up and releasing spark-spirits and wood-spirits to play, lightening-up my (and so then everyone's) today.
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