This week I found metal objects as I walked.
To find some meaning I intentionally confused metal with mettle.
I found courage; fortitude.
“Tender-handed stroke the nettle, and it stings you for your pains; grasp it like a (wo)man of mettle, and it soft as silk remains.” Aaron Hill
“The great sea has sent me adrift
It moves me
As the weed in a great river
Earth and the great weather move me have carried me away
And move my inward parts with joy.” Inuit Shaman’s Song
How will I use this gift in the coming days, weeks, year?
blissful Thoughts 
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