I awoke this morning with ravenous need for –
sunshine, warm, saturating and all-encompassing.
sweetness, soft, genuine and endearing.
large expanses of wild flowers (to twirl within)
urgent kisses – to lose myself in.
Strong fingers entwined with my own.
laughter. deep and momentous.
a gentle hand on the small of my back. claiming – guiding – holding.
ripe strawberries – their juices drenching sensitive taste buds.
the smell of warm earth – ancient and alive.
a lover and a prince (strong and knightly)
passion – liquid and electric.
salty frothed oceanic waves wrapping themselves around my toes
a heartfelt connection (do these even exist anymore?)
a fairy god mother
patience – (O please grant me patience.)
The knowing …
a crystal ball (I might even settle for an eight ball instead)
and, of course,
The hunger continues –
Thank you for the lovely times.
Moments of breathless intimacy
All of the hours spent speaking, laughing and sharing moved me.
Bits of humour known only to the two of us will linger within my cells.
Our souls collided for a reason. Whether we understand why or not.
Warm heaven –
soft and delicious.
Imprints stored within the heart
now unframed yet still matted
surrounded by beating warmth.
But not forgotten.
I am cranky.
I am going into hospital on Monday for a spot of surgery and my doctor requires two days of clear liquids prior. When I was younger this would have been nothing. However, right now it’s cause for a transcendental feeling, topped with a frosting (note the food reference)of viciousness.
Now, I wouldn’t find this as distressing if I weren’t also feeling somewhat tantrumy (my word of course). That’s right, I am tantrum girl this evening. it all starts with a foot stomp. Which is then accompanied by a bit of a whine (okay, it’s more than a bit, but I’m in denial).
On the bright side I found a delightful pair of slippers to wear while in hospital. I simply despise the standard issue, somewhat creepy socks.
Just a wee rant.
I am self-satisfied!
I awoke this morning to a feeling of utter accomplishment
Not just the ordinary, something good happened, kind of happy.
Instead, a feeling that comes only from loving oneself and the understanding that
you’re on the right path.
There’s something jubilant that bubbles up from the soul.
It effervesces and attempts to escape through my pores.
A delightful excitement about the future – a knowing that one’s life is about
to burst open with flavor, like a crackling pop rock on the tongue.
When I was younger I never thought about time.
It seemed endless and forgiving.
But as I grew older I realized time is finite.
And I wondered, how does one go from being a ingénue
to a blossomed 40 something?
The years seem somewhat dream like.
It’s as if one blink brought me forward 3 decades.
When I was 16 I longed for eighteen.
When eighteen I longed for 21.
And, at 21 I simply had longing …
Now, at 42, I desire –
a life filled with purpose
a heart full of love
moments of beauty
So, I now know that I must forge a mindful peace with time.
And, in doing so, I will relish every second, minute and hour that the universe blesses upon me.