Tuesday, June 3, 2014


For the last few years, I have chosen one little word to guide me through the next 365 days.  This year I didn't choose a word, but rather on a cold winter day, the word choose me. 

the silver maple keys rustle against the cold blue sky.
she tilts her face upwards,
her eyes close but her mind opens 
she knows that this breathing space 
will save her.
with a hungry lust she reminds herself to savour; 
to slow down - to delight in 
the cold air that 
tickles and swells into 
the cavity of her chest.  
she holds it there and 
for the moment she is
full, aware, clean and still. 
suspended in the moment where her soul 
warmed the winter's day.

and then when the abundance 
becomes a burden  
she begins to release.
slowly, almost shyly she
lets go, opens her eyes 
and is renewed.    

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