Notes from the Path #17 - Tiny Mushrooms

a weekly reflection from my wandering

A Praise Song for Tiny Mushrooms

Despair knocked on my door, pushed its way in,

and brought self-doubt and shame along with it.

“We live here now,” they said,

and proceeded to throw a somber party in my brain,

going round and round in some kind of weird circle dance.

I ran to the woods

to escape them, but

they insisted on coming with me,

latching on like Velcro,

…