Last night I slept soundly and deeply.
My eyes closed, locked in a fit of flutter; I dreamed.
My body light.
My mind at ease.
I found myself in the hills above my spring fed creek.
The grass rattled; my bones shivered in cool evening air.
Feet above earth
mind over heart.
I realized the dream
the moments stretched into hours of lucidity
I unfurled my arms and flew.
I claimed the reverie tight, between my lips.
I dressed in the moment, wore it light, around my hips.
Blond hills rose up in tender waves
washed me through levels of grief
cured my bruises and wounds
edified me
released me from self doubt.
The cheat grass knew my name.
Undulating color brushed over the dimness of my eyes:
I held on.
I held on.
I held on
to that scrap of fabric, crisscrossed with stitches, busy with unfolding the corners of my core.
And the softness of dawn
dawned on my dream.
And I knew to:
Let go.
Let go.
Let go
of the space of the in between.
My purpose redeemed.
My body revived.
My wandering felt complete, necessary,
less lost and ripe with potential.
This morning, the world seems to gleam
after I haunted the space of the in between.
Beautifully written and your soul knows just what it needs and when it needs it.
Your dreaming: An aboriginal journey in the dream time into your hills, where you met what you needed…
Thanks for sharing beautifully so nearly ineffable an experience. You are a wordsmith as well, you know.
XO
So beautiful..
Plume, you should consider a book of poetry…your writing is as lovely as your art.
Even I like this! I was there long time ago.
xo
Ethereal goodness… Again, your words are lifting me out of a touch of the gloomies.
xo
GET OUT OF THOSE GLOOMIES!!!
…actually. I kind of like feeling gloomy sometimes…for the same reason I love the seasons — life is much more exciting with a bit of variation.
…I'll fling myself the last of the way out of the gloomies this evening, and stay there until I become the Melancholy Mistress. At that point, I suppose the gloomies will feel more like an exotic melancholia, and nevermore anything so banal as "the gloomies."
Corinna (peering over the edge of the gloomies-pit into…….)
"exotic melancholia…"
GUFFAW!!!!!!!
Here's to flinging! (clink clink)
…i also love…this side of you…inbetween the silver & the stones…stay there awhile & tell us more…
That was beautiful…and a pleasure to read aloud with slow chirping crickets and wind in the trees for background music.
xo
I love this
You have a way of finding the words
to describe what I cannot
Thank you for that
Life is so bittersweet and one would not be the same without the other