Good grief. Why is it always so hard to find SPACE in this cabinet? It doesn’t need to be a lot of room. Just an area where I can put things. Sometimes, I wish for a fresh start, like a BLANK piece of paper where we can start over, where it would be easier to be orderly. I realize that we each have our habits, that thing we like to, if not HOARD, exactly, then have a backup supply of. I look at the stash of bandaids, the multiple tubes of antibiotic cream, and variously scented lotions. I turn my head and look over at the bag of sundries picked up from the drugstore. Turning back to the cabinet, my eyes land on the assorted cans of FOAMY shaving cream. Okay, I will start with these. Turning up my playlist, I settle in for a refreshing session of “clean out the bathroom cabinet.”

Georg’ann

Sandtray Training, 4/4/25

Little girl figure carrying
her HEART in hands
stands on the edge
not ready to enter.

Through silence,
taut with care
we cut her SLACK.
No urging to resolve.
Or encourage movement.

Entry comes, steps into center.
Finds shelter in the arch
of a FOAMY wave.

Heather