I don’t like graffiti, the destruction, the aggression it represents, the assertion of dominance and ownership so like one of my dogs peeing on something, intending to mark it, claim it.
Other times, I think it’s kind of beautiful, like the one here.
Sometimes, it can feel like a sign from the Universe, a message just for me.
Sometimes, it’s even funny.
I wasn’t sure how to answer this one at first. My very favorite thing is of course Eric, we say to each other all the time “you are my favorite,” but he’s not exactly a “thing.” I was considering this prompt as I sat at my writing desk this morning, started to look around, see what might be my fave thing. I love many of the things on my shrines, but I already shared those the other day.
Then I looked down and saw one of my favorite things, my Pentel Clarius refillable pen, made in Japan. When I think about it, how I have two, one that stays home and one that travels with me, how it’s what I always use to write, it makes me tear up a little, makes me feel like a “real” writer.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 