day 185

i merged with the sand while the sun browned my skin, freckles emerging to denote the day of wet toes and good friends, with time freed from duty; calendars forgotten, phones tucked away, just sand, sun and smiles… 7.4.17

day 184

mouth stuffed with cotton words, muted, meaningless blindfolded, you plod the path without destination, wandering into the muck of your own creation. 7.3.17

day 183

a year has passed since you set me free, fleeing in the night to mother india, the woman who held your heart in her clutches squeezing tight until you could no longer breathe so you fled, leaving the shards of your promises, splinters that dug in and twisted… now, i float buoyant in the water, …

day 182

centered, i sprout supple and strong like the stem gently bending to the weight of the wind then rising up tall to the song of the sun coaxing its growth with constant heat 7.1.17

day 181

a question has spurred me in a new direction, to stretch my potential towards the path of healing. so i consider all the gifts i can offer plus the growth that will come. 6.30.17