I’m shy, but somehow created an extroverted personality. I’m called to contemplation, but want to be part of everything. I sigh. Trusting the sweet whispering of my inner Self is sometimes complicated.
Wachusett Mountain State Park Reservation – Thanks to K. Perry for photo.
I pause and listen to the wind rustle the leaves. A dance of love these two have done for eternity. My goal to be an all-loving person is complicated by the tensions I have with others. A massage therapist once told me to love challenging people by satellite. To beam out my love, and direct it to them, but to keep a physical distance. Wise woman.
I am beginning to understand love
as somethings that softens the corners of my mouth
eases the crease between my eyebrows
drops my shoulders to their natural place
opens me
to light and air
and you
the sky is overcast
hazy like blue smoke
the birds don’t seem to notice
their chatter uncensored
at the birdbath
Life
