This Whirld
Nov. 19th, 2004 06:22 pm(transcribed from scribbles in bookjournal):
What a day. ThankyouThankyou. GOd it's so beautiful I could cry.
Standing in the open back door of the garage looking up at the moon through the black branches...
the darkening sky glowing
and the air so fresh and gift-like
I'm comfortable in just a sweater!
The smell of leaves and mystery....making me smile so big.
I am breathing it in deep....
Feeling so lucky to be awake in this beautiful dream.
My cells coming alive and singing.....tingling, energy crackling static charge.
I walk ouside, leaves crunching underfoot...and hum a soft strange lullaby to the birds I know are nesting in the bush. I hear them...faint rustles..
Everything tingling
Bjork wafts up from the studio:
"all is full of love. It's all around you..."
I finished painting two new Sparkleworlds today...glittered them...then poured resin on them...and they are magical. I have to laugh with the gift that they are. To have it come through me and then BE there, tangible, sitting on the table smiling back at me.
And I wonder how did they come to be? All Labor pains forgotten.
and they shimmer...and delight....and coo.
All that is happening now was dreamt long ago....
I walk this dream
I walk
and the moon and the sky and the branches and the smell of leaves and the birds nesting and the music and the hum and the sparkles and the love
whirls around and inside me
What a day. ThankyouThankyou. GOd it's so beautiful I could cry.
Standing in the open back door of the garage looking up at the moon through the black branches...
the darkening sky glowing
and the air so fresh and gift-like
I'm comfortable in just a sweater!
The smell of leaves and mystery....making me smile so big.
I am breathing it in deep....
Feeling so lucky to be awake in this beautiful dream.
My cells coming alive and singing.....tingling, energy crackling static charge.
I walk ouside, leaves crunching underfoot...and hum a soft strange lullaby to the birds I know are nesting in the bush. I hear them...faint rustles..
Everything tingling
Bjork wafts up from the studio:
"all is full of love. It's all around you..."
I finished painting two new Sparkleworlds today...glittered them...then poured resin on them...and they are magical. I have to laugh with the gift that they are. To have it come through me and then BE there, tangible, sitting on the table smiling back at me.
And I wonder how did they come to be? All Labor pains forgotten.
and they shimmer...and delight....and coo.
All that is happening now was dreamt long ago....
I walk this dream
I walk
and the moon and the sky and the branches and the smell of leaves and the birds nesting and the music and the hum and the sparkles and the love
whirls around and inside me