The Dance of Beads on Leaves
Swaying to the music, they moved as one.
Slowly at first, then gaining momentum.
Swirling, rounding, dipping...
Eyes locked. Bodies pressed.
Beads of perspiration the steamy testament of wordless passion...
before swaying once more, slowly, as one.
From THE MONOCHROMES
I Forgive you
The weight of the obelisk was a constant pressure on her roots. In some places, they even had to re-route. But she was flexible. The obelisk never seemed to notice. It sat in stony silence, except on Sundays and sometimes Wednesday evenings. If it knew or cared that its presence weighed on her so, it never let on.
She was sorry for the obelisk. So rigid, so sameness of same. It couldn't move, couldn't flow with the natural order of seasonal things. It simply...sat.
Finally, after yet another failed attempt to strike up an autumn day, puffy cloud conversation, she brushed oh-so-gently against the obelisk's brusk, cobbled shell... and whispered "I forgive you."
The Crowning Glory
What can I say?
It's just the name that occurred to me when I looked up and saw this at Henry Cowell Redwoods State Park in Felton, CA last week.
The combo of fall maples and ancient redwoods was so stunning, everywhere I looked. But this arrangement was just so... crowning!
I wandered around in there for hours and hours on a rainy day, with the misty, muted light and glisteny surfaces everywhere. And the fresh, earthy, woodsy aroma... ahhhhhh.
Maybe you'll take a moment to take it all in today. Take a breath. Have a moment.
Let me know how that goes. :))
From THE FORESTED
"My needs are few," she said. "Although I have some wants." The Universe cocked its universal head and waited expectantly. "I need clean air, good food, great friends, ease of riches and a lovely place to live. I want for my imagination to always create great things that are for my highest good and the good of others. If I can have those things, I'd be golden." And so she was.
A New Light on Things
As the remaining bits of her decayed past fell away like old skin
She felt new life coursing through her veins. Vibrance. Radiance.
Her now suddenly seemed amazing, her future; star-bright.
This 'new light on things'... oh yeahhh... it could stay.
From FLORAS & FAUNAS
The Dahlia Family Perm
Daphne, Delphine, Doyenne and Dolly Dahlia had perfect hair. It was always perfect. They never had a "bad hair day" unless someone was sick. (Even then it was better than average.) And their sunny disposition seemed to reflect a certain comfort in comfortable certainty.
Everyone knew when the Dahlia ladies came to town, because the air glowed and perfect hair ruled the day.
No one said they were deep.
But it was their very own, permanent solution to a perfectly imperfect, uncertain world.
©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
From FLORAS & FAUNAS