|the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls|
and tenement halls, and whispered in the sounds of silence. ~ paul simon
i'm left spinning and there are so many things i want to say but articulation (and time) trip(s) me up. so i'm left with the heady desire to sink into the earth, to pour myself out on the forest floor and melt into softness while the wind brushes across me like a silken dress and every sense becomes alive to silence.
i hope to write more this weekend but in the meantime, how are you, beloveds? also, i decided to join monica from bohemian twilight on her senses shared tour, because the simple act of stopping to consider each sense is like meditation for me. it stills, calms. i need this SO much. will you do the same for me? share your senses in the comments?
so much love.
read: "there is more than one way to orphan a child." ~ brennan manning
taste: breakfast for dinner, and the avocado was perfect.
see: exquisite art by my friend janae.
hear: the quietness of an evening home with my husband.
smell: clean laundry
touch: soft skin
think: how am i going to get it all done.
feel: tired and overwhelmed, but hopeful.