release

Twirling, swirling wind all around.  Warm salt air brought straight from the waves.  Sparkles adorn, bubbles dance and inhibitions float away with the tide.  The time is now, there are no minutes to spare, grains of sand slipping away.  Eyes lock and you've dipped your toes in the foamy waters.  It caresses your skin, leaving bubbles in it's wake.  

Suddenly a blue glass bottle rubs against your ankle, the note reads "In this moment, on this earth."

And you are swept away, shoulders deep in to crystal clear intentions.  Planning your escape over and over never prepared you for what now presents itself.  Heat surrounds as speeds climb.  No more treading, sinking becomes floating...which becomes weightless release.

-n

delicate heart

Pain rakes through my body, what little of my self worth is diminished, tears mix with red and I lie alone.  Cold. The soul I used to cling to has disappeared, I have turned a blind eye to her needs and let her starve. Without her I have nothing to grasp...nothing to pull what is left of me from the cold, dark soil.  All the light is gone, everything was once laced with an ivory glow.  My path was once lined with a moss path, sweet scents and a warm glow.  I stand facing no path...no glow...just dark branches blocking everything. 

I want to stop so much. I fall to the ground and bring my knees to my chest...let go.

Close my eyes and try to let go.  Please.

I want so badly not to feel this pain. 

As I beat the ground with defeated fist the scent of the mineral rich soil fades away. I smell roses, I smell sun and grass...I open my eyes and I am in a garden.  A small white wrought iron table is set with tea for two.  White iron roses adorn the table and the chairs, shaded by an oak. Beautiful and stoic she sits with kind eyes cast on me...I feel helpless...hopeless...disenchanted.  She reminds me crying upsets the roses and places a soft hand upon my wet cheek.  Her words are comforting and wise, I fight to believe them...to trust their truth. I stay frozen listening in the last place I have ever felt safe and protected. Saying a silent prayer so that I might never leave this place. My grandmother smooths unruly curls out of my face and with a small smile she says good bye.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I wake so cold...so alone...so sad and the tears start to flow. Walking in the brisk air I hear nothing, I take the steps feeling nothing, look into faces that say nothing. The blanket of winter cannot cover the scent of delicate roses, I stop to watch a bee die resting on a pink petal. 

 Time passes and my only hope is that I might make it back to that place once more.

-n

speak

waste/wāst/

Verb: Use or expend carelessly, extravagantly, or to no purpose.

Adjective: (of a material, substance or by-product) Eliminated or discarded as no longer useful or required after the completion of a process.

Noun: An act or instance of using or expending something carelessly, extravagantly, or to no purpose: "it's a waste of time".

Speech is such a casual tool...it's easy to use with out realizing the utter strength and weight of each word. Reading definitions of words explains the meaning to the fullest, there is no confusing the intention.  Pain rakes through my body, what little of my self worth is diminished, tears mix with red and I 

 

Another year of watching the ponies run.  Hopefully this year they won't jump the fence free-willy style.  The weather here has been fickle to say the least, so I'm having second thoughts about a traditional big hat and thinking a smaller facinator might be the way to go.  This is one I tried on but perhaps the veil is a little much but is there really ever too much in the world of big dresses and even bigger hats??  Of course not! However I do see myself going with more of a brim, so for now the search continues.  Don't have much time, so send any ideas you may have my way!!

I know it's been a while lovelies but I'm getting back to it.

-n