Frog at the Door

Hello Dear Ones! I am leaning even harder into experimenting today. Today’s draft is inspired by a random journal page where I sketched a picture of a frog who showed up outside the studio door while I was in Thailand. I will also write about this in short essay form on my Medium page.

Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIt rained all night and thundered in the morning. I walked to the studio early, dodging puddles and snails. At the top step, a frog on the waterlogged doormat,unbothered by me, my wet sandals,my clumsy barefoot slide into the door. I found the mop and started on the floor,making circles, and wider circles,a spiraled portal of clean space for dancing. By the time I reached the door again,the frog had gonesomewhere in the green undergrowthLater, my teacher told me that frogs bring renewal and joy.They are a symbol of good fortune. Is it any wonder, then, that later in the daywe collapsed into each otherpulsing with jumping aliveness.