What Is Our Connection
She lives in a quiet little world where fantasies of make believe are pondered to no end. She is drowning in flowers, spending time spying on a bold cast of characters building homes under enormous trees out back. Being outside in the dirt, napping on the back porch is the air that makes her breath expand and contract. She covets small collected trinkets that make up an altar of peace, a space for sanity with energy injected into each tiny treasure.
She dreams of the “simpler” time when candle light ruled over nighttime activities , families gathered in the parlor… to stich, sing, play music and read by a fire.
Wants were smaller , possibilities endless.
Has the bucket of possibility dried up for us or are we looking over and over again the same old spaces? Bombarded with the noise of seduction we minimize the scope of “what if”, or “why not” caught in a dopamine loop.
Words evoke feeling by vibrating your cells to action.
here is a list of words I fancy today:
Vaporize
Solitude
scrape
dank
Triumphant
reticent
surrender
In the solitude of Wednesday, I surrender to the dank smell scraping the bellows of my nose. Charlie has chosen to vaporize my space with the leftover veggie snacks she was triumphant in stealing from the compost. I remain reticent in spite of the dusting.