(for tonight’s river play…and welcoming how alive the “little things” make me feel…) ALIVE dream of gypsy travel catch fireflies spit fruit seeds create love create anything sip in sunsets ~celebrate~ take in the words of other souls…{and then let them go} cultivate astounding affairs with books dry your clothes out in the sun amuse yourself dance until you are dizzy revel in ridiculousness focus on the path that you… Keep Reading
(the first few paragraphs of what i’ve been working on, and then a hop and a skip to the very last bit {of the intro}……) “there is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” —maya angelou I spent several years, trailing these two initial experiential “fire starters,” simply sitting with and acclimating to changes within and around my life and myself. While still retaining my naturally happy… Keep Reading
i ran outdoors this morning to corral yard~strewn books and blankets, keeping them dry from this light rain, and felt the air in a different way. not in scent or in direction…rather, in the way i took it in, and in the way it took me in. less incidental. more focused. a near sharpness to a sonorous, aimless drift… i am exactly where i wish to be. most recently, i… Keep Reading