And We Painted the sky......

They dipped the socks into the paintbucket,
pudgy little fingers stirring wildly with
the spirit stick....
Making mud the color of a thousand eyes....
And
when we flipped the bucket upside down and a dozen psychedelic snakes slipped out....
Their laughter rocked my world.

And I knew.... 
This is the music the God's listen to....

The Sky and the clothesline on a sweet Summer evening, tye dying  with little ones at the river.....

The Colors of Peace

And so I flew barefooted
over the loose gravel and down the damp embankment
to the muddy edge
of Peace.....

Fat ducks waddling before me,
and wet dogs .... nose to the ground and tails to the sky...
trailing behind me....

This is Home now....
where the sky is wet watercolor paper....
soaking up our moods,
our stories,
our fate,
and casting it into eternity...
a technicolor drive-in movie splashing before  us...
The colors of now.....

Yes, this is Home now...

Where the bugs have tiny motorboat engines for hearts
and the snakes are bigger than make believe....
where our little glass houses are cellophane tents
and our twisted stories are peppermints.
little party favors for the passing....

I click the camera...
savor the captured wild sky one more time....

And remember....

Every day is the Gift....

And this one is mine......

May your sky be as blessed....

The Afterglow......

I stand at the dirty edge of this tin~can Paradise
and breathe differently than I have in forever,
or maybe ever before.....

I'm free....

And the river flows north.....
to the Sea....