and stumbled one step, two steps deeper into the peace...
Just the sound of water bubbling, running, falling...
and sticks breaking under our steps....
I breathe differently now....deep...and slow and on purpose....
Because every moment matters....
And in the midst of insane chaos....
my body a war field...
my mind on fire....
I feel the presence of the reason.... I can't name it, touch it, explain it....but I know somehow, I was meant to come here...
to fall,...
to tumble....
blindly
into this crazy
wrecking ball...
It must be the butterflies....
8 comments:
I was at the Butterfly Bar last night.
Knowing you weren't there, but re-reading, just as if you were.
It felt like home, somehow.
Merry upcoming Christmas, Sing!
xo Babs
Much Peace and isn't funny how some places, sounds, words....will always be home? May the circle be unbroken, Merry Christmas to you friend, and may the year be a good one!
So good to return here and find that you've been writing, again... and to feel the change... even, as Babs says, it's familiar... like home... and yet different... Peace to you and yours through all these loving changes... shimmerrings...
Shimmerings....And so many times I've missed you all....Quite a little road trip we've all been on.....Funny how wandering back here, it suddenly feels as if I never left.... Much Peace to you, friend....and Hope...for the new year, for all:)
Love you, miss you, and think of you always. Ann
Good to take another walk along the Hippie Parade and find it as comforting as ever.
Annie! Much love, sweet friend,
always.......
Ultra...OMGoodness...so long....dejavue, yeah?
Ultra! Holy Hippie, How TH are you? If's been like forever! Wow:)))))
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