I had two separate bags that had multiple flushes each (one did 4, the other 5!) and instead of retiring them, I decided to bust 'em up, combine 'em, rehydrate the resulting mix, and spread it out in one of my bins. Needless to say, it wasn't ready to give up yet...

If I take a pen and a piece of paper, and I place the pentip to that page the ink will bleed and we will have... A dot. To us, it is just that: a dot. For the pen has been lifted away and placed elsewhere, perhaps, to write a new line. But to the page? To the page, that dot is the very definition of "a pen," as that single point is the only point at which it has experienced a pen, the only place in which the two have met. To us, a dot. The impression of a pen, the mark it has left. To the page, a pen.

I am the dot.

Hello, everyone! I'm very glad to find this little community.

I recently had my first trip, and it was incredible! It was really enlightening and re-affirming for me, I came out feeling overall really good about myself and my identity. It opened my eyes to some things I don't like, and I want to change, and that that's okay and something I shouldn't necessarily be afraid of.

Looking forward to following this up soon to get more work done...

Thanks for reading my little ramble, and I hope to contribute back just as much as I get from this place! 🍄❤️