The saltiness of the ocean
...fresh on his lips
he gives and she receives
... night descends
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
... apple tree freedom
...tip top branch
... upside down / arms stretched wide
bold / risky
.... apple tree freedom
... upside down / arms stretched wide
bold / risky
.... apple tree freedom
Monday, July 1, 2013
...the calm comes
Sitting in the back seat, watching the snow fall as we journey back down the mountain...I'm struck by the knowledge that every snowflake is as unique and different as the expressions on the human face. After some time, the voices in the car begin to fade away.
I focus, watching the wind blow some of those snowflakes far away from their intended resting place. That same wind also blows my thoughts far away, to a more familiar resting place; a place where the sea foam tingles as it wraps itself like a chain around my ankles. The water is cold but the sun is warm on my shoulders. The sea and my spirit churn, they're one in the same. I'm safe here. The crashing sound of the waves is endless but not unwelcome....Just relentless.
My soul feeds on the energy generated by this place; is nourished by it; thrives on it. I fight the instincts so natural and familiar to me; the rhythm of waves... the only beat my soul dances to...an old dance; the dance of my ancestors, brought to me on a breeze over space and time. An ancient dance...never ending; repeating itself; inexplicably linked to the cycle of the moon and the ocean tides. My body sways; this ancient, frenetic, Moorish wind pushing it, twisting it, guiding it this way and that way, but never to its intended place. I smile, predictability has never been my strong suit. Explains a lot.
Here, in this place, I'm understood. I can indulge in the freedom to just "be". Be funny, be smart, be flirty, anything I want...damn the rules! Be vulnerable, passionate, intense, fiery, una tormenta que crece sin respeto, rompiendo las fronteras de todo que es logico. That's when it happens...everything I am as a person and a woman comes to bear in just that instant.
And, as in all aspects of life, timing is everything... there will be time... and I'll give in to those waves and dance... again and again. Rejoicing in each movement. I'm not a patient woman, but the calm comes eventually and only after every ounce of my soul has been poured out and the energy from this particular storm has been exhausted.
Then, the night comes, the sea rests; the moon's light is reflected off of millions of small bouncing waves like so many infinite pieces of glistening mica scattered in every direction. My eyes become a mirror...a reflection of a still, cloudless, starry sky. There's peace...for now.
I focus, watching the wind blow some of those snowflakes far away from their intended resting place. That same wind also blows my thoughts far away, to a more familiar resting place; a place where the sea foam tingles as it wraps itself like a chain around my ankles. The water is cold but the sun is warm on my shoulders. The sea and my spirit churn, they're one in the same. I'm safe here. The crashing sound of the waves is endless but not unwelcome....Just relentless.
My soul feeds on the energy generated by this place; is nourished by it; thrives on it. I fight the instincts so natural and familiar to me; the rhythm of waves... the only beat my soul dances to...an old dance; the dance of my ancestors, brought to me on a breeze over space and time. An ancient dance...never ending; repeating itself; inexplicably linked to the cycle of the moon and the ocean tides. My body sways; this ancient, frenetic, Moorish wind pushing it, twisting it, guiding it this way and that way, but never to its intended place. I smile, predictability has never been my strong suit. Explains a lot.
Here, in this place, I'm understood. I can indulge in the freedom to just "be". Be funny, be smart, be flirty, anything I want...damn the rules! Be vulnerable, passionate, intense, fiery, una tormenta que crece sin respeto, rompiendo las fronteras de todo que es logico. That's when it happens...everything I am as a person and a woman comes to bear in just that instant.
And, as in all aspects of life, timing is everything... there will be time... and I'll give in to those waves and dance... again and again. Rejoicing in each movement. I'm not a patient woman, but the calm comes eventually and only after every ounce of my soul has been poured out and the energy from this particular storm has been exhausted.
Then, the night comes, the sea rests; the moon's light is reflected off of millions of small bouncing waves like so many infinite pieces of glistening mica scattered in every direction. My eyes become a mirror...a reflection of a still, cloudless, starry sky. There's peace...for now.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)