For Journal 11: 

We are grounded. We walk slowly, speak clearly, open our senses, accept beauty, seek communion, remain calm.

You are grounded. Saturday night will have to be “live” without you. It just ain’t fair, and you can’t wait ‘til you can get out on your own.

They are grounded. It’s kind of like punishing yourself, having the kids home all weekend, but they gotta learn that some things ain’t okay.

Everyone’s grounded. The planes won’t fly. Damn that weather. We were so ready to leave.

Grounded. Grounded out. Ground up. Ground down. Rumors of an underground. The daily grind that grinds you down. The daily grind that perks you up.

Our theme is grounded.
It’s where we start each day, down on the earth, on the ground but getting up, comfortable in our skins, ground zero for ourselves.

Our wires are properly grounded, but we still might be shocked. We might even like being shocked.

We’ll be Grounded until July 31. Then, who knows…

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