pummeled back to earth.
My hair is black now, and about 1.4 inches long. I have my motorcycle license.
There was daunting news the other day, which made me miss my breath,
because it was knocked out of me, as if I'd fallen out of my 2nd story window.
I am better now, the pinprick in my lung is healing. But no one can guarantee that it won't open again.
And the water's shimmer, the moon rising, the pregnant darkness. Sea spray exhaling and folding around a tiny human form, the vacuum silence of an infinite depth, so close, intimate. A permeating force so ancient, threads of gorgeous thoughts winding around inside and out, trembling.
Probably the most spiritual weekend I've had, ever.
There was daunting news the other day, which made me miss my breath,
because it was knocked out of me, as if I'd fallen out of my 2nd story window.
I am better now, the pinprick in my lung is healing. But no one can guarantee that it won't open again.
And the water's shimmer, the moon rising, the pregnant darkness. Sea spray exhaling and folding around a tiny human form, the vacuum silence of an infinite depth, so close, intimate. A permeating force so ancient, threads of gorgeous thoughts winding around inside and out, trembling.
Probably the most spiritual weekend I've had, ever.