I feel uneasy. I don't know why.
Walking through a field hazy with secrets
I concentrate on each step.
I concentrate on each step.
I sink into grass up to my knees. It makes a rustling grass sound.
Except for the call of a startled bird everything else is still.
Bright pink and orange clouds soften their voices
and become blue-grey.
With each step I gingerly sink into the lump in my chest.
What is it about?
My attention encourages it to well up in my eyes. My nose burns.
Unshed tears.
What is it about?
My attention encourages it to well up in my eyes. My nose burns.
Unshed tears.
Am I tired? Worried? Unsure? Unconnected?
Why is my heart hiding her face from me?
Why is my heart hiding her face from me?
Curiously I don't know and I don't mind that I don't know.
Maybe tomorrow will share a secret with me.
Reality is filled with a strange magic. I can not always feel.Yet I am always here.
15 comments:
"Curiously I don't know and I don't mind that I don't know."
How profoundly open-ended and thoughtful.
As always :)
not knowing. always feeling. yes.
They unfold as they are ready to unfold. And they always reveal themselves. :)
You are filled with magic, sweet hel
sometimes i do not know how to stop and listen.
For me being here is one of the hardest things to do. But I'm practicing.
"maybe tomorrow will shar e a secret with me."
did she?
take care, sweet hel.
Running on empty
Evidently, there is a pall over the whole world, because even half a world away as I am, I too am in the depths of darkness and I don't know why.
Looking at your pictures always makes me fell better though - thank you!
I loved how the animal barely visible in the grass reinforced your words about your feelings. Sometimes I think words fail when it comes to expressing feelings, that feelings can't be simply put into words and that even saying a feeling out loud falsifies it in some way. That's what your words here made me think, anyway.
I just stumbled across your blog. I don't know who you are, but I really really want to hug you and all of your canids and then talk about language for a few hours.
Thanks for the gorgeous words and images.
Beautiful shots and touching words. I think we can all relate because we have all felt this way. You express the feeling so eloquently and sucinctly.
Wonderful post here, Hele. I too feel this way about myself, thinking most of the time that I am self-reliant. And after all thinking you are is as good as BEing. Equal illusions, right? But they get you through it.
And thanks for you note on my blog. I'm an erratic blogger,but I'll get on the stick soon.
FA
*sigh...
"Bright pink and orange clouds soften their voices and become blue-grey."
I will always think of these beautiful words during the sunrise...
:-)
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Love,
Me
Reality IS a strange magic. Hope you're more at ease today. That said, thank you for sharing the spooky pics and perfect description of that state of ... what is it? Anxiety? Picking up on something? Sad ghost nearby? Hormones? All of the above? I know that emotional state extremely well.
That happens to me sometimes. I'll feel like crying but I don't know why I'm sad. Your heart will tell you when your ready....
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