"Come to the Orchard," you whispered,
so I went outside, circled the lake twice, ignited my spark, talked incessantly to myself, since change is in motion, and the sun feels it too.
Today I danced barefoot on the beach.
The waves roared,
my body ached,
step after step,
leap after leap,
circling,
singing,
chanting,
loving
the only way I know how.
Hugely.
The sun coated my skin as I lay half-awake on the blanket we got from the Arab Quarter.
Bright, matte, light-filled blue filled my eyes whenever I dared open then from my waking dreams.
I know what I want.
I want to soul dance, and be grateful.
I want to give all I have, and be an open vessel for all your love.
The timing is perfect, I have cleansed 'all' wounds.
They say, "Kaper" is to, "cover over," the magical skin reformation on a deep bloody cut,
and this is this day, alive and here.
I look at my skin,
there is a thorn stuck in my finger,
it's been there for a week.
I could pull it out, but I say, you know what, it just isn't so bad.
Stated.
here.
But I held counsel with my deviant part within,
the one that says she wants to protect, but in truth she shuts me in closets, locks the door and says, HAH!
I hugged her.
I told her she was beautiful.
And then I asked her to leave.
She left, but she did not want to,
she was sticky and left goo all over me, and she almost knocked the door over banging it so hard trying to be let back in.
NO.
These are boundaries and they work within as well.
I said, I don't need your protection now, I am so grateful for all you have held, and I can take it from here, since I'd much rather take care of myself how I know best than sit in muted silence with the TV blasting, chips and dips in my hand, and a lazy eye gazing over at the iphone screen.
NO.
Delight in this newness, and I can have anything I want.
The life that I want is here for the taking,
the life I don't want, does not need to be my narrative anymore.
I am here.
I am here.
I am joyously here.
And it takes hard work, dedication, and honest love for the divinity within,
but my body doesn't want to ache anymore,
and this time I'll listen.
x
so I went outside, circled the lake twice, ignited my spark, talked incessantly to myself, since change is in motion, and the sun feels it too.
Today I danced barefoot on the beach.
The waves roared,
my body ached,
step after step,
leap after leap,
circling,
singing,
chanting,
loving
the only way I know how.
Hugely.
The sun coated my skin as I lay half-awake on the blanket we got from the Arab Quarter.
Bright, matte, light-filled blue filled my eyes whenever I dared open then from my waking dreams.
I know what I want.
I want to soul dance, and be grateful.
I want to give all I have, and be an open vessel for all your love.
The timing is perfect, I have cleansed 'all' wounds.
They say, "Kaper" is to, "cover over," the magical skin reformation on a deep bloody cut,
and this is this day, alive and here.
I look at my skin,
there is a thorn stuck in my finger,
it's been there for a week.
I could pull it out, but I say, you know what, it just isn't so bad.
Stated.
here.
But I held counsel with my deviant part within,
the one that says she wants to protect, but in truth she shuts me in closets, locks the door and says, HAH!
I hugged her.
I told her she was beautiful.
And then I asked her to leave.
She left, but she did not want to,
she was sticky and left goo all over me, and she almost knocked the door over banging it so hard trying to be let back in.
NO.
These are boundaries and they work within as well.
I said, I don't need your protection now, I am so grateful for all you have held, and I can take it from here, since I'd much rather take care of myself how I know best than sit in muted silence with the TV blasting, chips and dips in my hand, and a lazy eye gazing over at the iphone screen.
NO.
Delight in this newness, and I can have anything I want.
The life that I want is here for the taking,
the life I don't want, does not need to be my narrative anymore.
I am here.
I am here.
I am joyously here.
And it takes hard work, dedication, and honest love for the divinity within,
but my body doesn't want to ache anymore,
and this time I'll listen.
x
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