This mail isthe dance of my life right now.
One step forwardGo to University
Learn about myselfand others
about why the sky is blueand how to discover qigong through science
One step backFall into sleep at night
dreaming that I'm running through the stars with my wolves
reach towards a life filledwith art and homemade jam,
resting against F's back
I relax into a life I am creating for myself.
One step to the side
Getting chickensand feeding them fresh young salad leaves
just because they love it so much
enrolling for a photography course
teaching a class on facilitation.
Twirl around until my heart gets lost
at the thought of letting go of all that holds me back
become abread baking
permaculture
art creating
art creating
environmental educating
wild woman who wakes up singing and goes to bed dancing.
Lie down under a tree
and wonder about life and deathhow many of me will I still meet
and how it will feelto no longer be
me.
me.
Roll onto my stomach
smell the earththe grass
the sky
and know that all is just
the way it should be
the sky
and know that all is just
the way it should be
and that when I roll over again
the sky will be blue
the sky will be blue
and the chickens will be softly
singing to their
food.
singing to their
food.
13 comments:
I love the way you write - it's like a song or prayer that lulls me into a dream state, where we meet and eat fresh baked bread.
Deep sigh...
This is truly beautiful. How much longer do you have to remain on such a treadmill? When do you graduate?
I admit to wishing I had access to many of those papers you write though. :)
~*
and you will be beautiful as you always were. As you are.
Your wolves are so beautiful, and this post, well ... wow. Flying through the stars with your wolves? Brava!!
Totally wonderful -- writing and photos!
Wild woman.
What a spirit you are.
i miss you. you sound so happy, H.
This is gorgeous. It is.
The former poet laureate of the U.S. and Pulitzer prize winner for poetry lives a few miles from here on a farm. I am printing this off and sending it to him.
xoxo
Sweet chickens. I can hear them gently clucking.
Phew. I hate it that we have to chose. Hate it. I want to do it all too.
Wow. This was quite incredible. We Be Toys is so right - the rhythm just lulls you into a dream state. Perfect. Photo. Words. Photo. Words. A PERFECT little seesaw back & forth. And " . . . when I roll over again, the sky will be blue . . ."
Absolutely wonderful.
Debi
love this. breathtaking.
"and the chickens
will be softly
singing to their
food."
For some reason this caught me, tugged at my heart. I don't know why.
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