rua

one night i walked through a door and never came back. 

i reach to unfurl the red stamped white cloth hanging in a procession with other symbolic flags attached to twine. they blow with the strong in between desert winds. stars elude me with mystery and comfort. coyotes celebrate something, fill the dark air with a togetherness song. i read he shot arrows into a blank sky and created constellations. animals above, animals below. how then do we ever lose our honor? tact and grace? an easement, a healing explosion. i am so tired. i am angry. i am gentle. i am giving. one small candle connects me to all that is. there is a red wagon, hammocks, stripes, trees to climb.

dr. suess tells about society, our limitations, our poetry. do we wait because of our belief, perception, a hunch. i spent the whole afternoon talking to the crossroads. today we rest, tomorrow may become similar, subtle or sensational.

i am sorry for straying so far beyond your hurt. overwhelm has been isolating.

do i feel a crystal is memorable. my children cough. the dishwasher squeaks. fervently cycles. the cleansing phase.  

surveillance

a pride of lions surround the house, cedar, chalk hearts. 

my list reads,

Eggs

Avos 

Gruyère 

Clementines

Treat 

Comfort

she digs under the pink blanket. there is a rainbow afghan. if i want to surround myself with colours, spirit nods yes. thoughts are a flurry catching strands of information, sometimes too much. if we are satiably stimulated do we simultaneously feel content? i can paint the walls blue and turquoise, peach, an ancient white and dream of a place where my bare body robed in flowers will enjoy the heat. my skin is hot, a room without windows open, a jungle evaporating under our sun as i experience the procession of time. age, feminine nature.  a transition of the moon and my life.

 

i am, nourished. talking stones submerge in a deep old river. mother to the land, etching stories giving sustenance. light here, rapture. it announces itself to my soul.

i want to escape to thousand year old walls leading from a pilgrimage of an inner world. 

move my form with care and great tact.

i take photos to know beauty again at peace. my pup and i wander through wintered willows aware and winding along the rio grande. serenity is a word that catches my attention curious about discovery.