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.