“Ughhhhh!” Thalia yawns and adds metallic marker squiggles to their practice. “Boooooo-rihng!”
Nia nods her agreement and puts the watercolor book back on the shelf.
“No map then?” Calliope embraces her rebel souls. “We’re… professional amateurs! Showing up every day… making it our own.”
There’s no map for you to follow and take your journey.
You are Lewis and Clark.
You are the mapmaker.
Who can map out the various forces at play in one soul?
Man is a great depth, o Lord.
The hairs of his head are easier by far to count than his feeling, the movements of his heart.