Another Self
Monday, October 28, 2019
a sunlit meadow
wildflowers
squirrels
dew
ferns
mushrooms
towering trees
mountains
a babbling brook nearby
birds singing
across the spring a spirit guide arrives
soft, cat-like dance he enters
husky eyes and ears
cat like paws and tail
soft, silken fur
rings at the end of his tail
he looks at me
strength and love
a light, silvery essence
inquisitive eyes
trust
he opens the door with a swish of his tail
pink panther style
light
bright and streaming
almost blinding
a feeling of lush, almost jungle foliage
i first glimpse her eyes
bright
piercing blue
ice blue
forever
part cold
part warm
her hair
lighting blonde
swirling aura around her crown
her hands
so strong
yet gently loving
comforting
i am apprehensive to trust
but her iciness fades to a genuine embrace
you know the forest around you
the animals who wish to lounge in nature's abundance
the song of the birds
the mushrooms at your feet
healing
this is it
this is what you know
it is light
it is ice
it is warm
it heals
you heal
trust this.
~~~
Ruffles and Lace
Friday, October 11, 2019
I've stared at this blank page with a pretty photo for three minutes.
Dahlia barking.
Hanz whining.
All right next to me.
Anxious.
Sleepy.
Cold.
I am not sleeping well this week.
Feeling like ruffles and lace.
Pretty but underlying work that it takes to be pretty is hard on me right now.
~~~
Heart Strings + Same Feels + Different Place
Wednesday, October 9, 2019
Feels like fall is welcoming winter with almost freezing temperatures.
The door is open.
Dahlia is barking at me.
The sun is shining.
And it is freaking cold.
My fingers are sooooo cold.
You know.
Wherever you live.
Fall still smells like fall.
Winter light is still pure and clean.
Summers feel lazy.
Spring always seems a little lighter, less "weight on the world" feels.
It doesn't matter where you are.
The earth still keeps changing seasons.
And it all is so familiar even when the terrain is different.
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