I just love bird feet.
Spindly yet strong.
Traveling in different directions.
Changing their minds.
A million times.
Because they can.
On the path.
Exactly where they should be.
Leaving evidence.
Today.
Of where they’ve been.
Always knowing.
No questioning.
No judgement.
Eventually landing.
In a higher place.
Anyways.
This or better.
Don’t wait for someone to tell you you are amazing. Take magnificent out for a drive. Show lovely a flower in the yard. Have divine choose your clothes today. You are all of it. Show yourself that you are. Intend to be. Put yourself first. Sensual Sunday.
Serenade your fresh, healthy cells with beneficial, living foods. Ask it what else it needs. Be still, your heart, and listen. Like nobody’s watching. Cause, who cares? This is an inward excursion, solitary. Benefits, immediate.
Be the chaperone on your sensual field trip. Sense where fabric touches the body. Eyes closed, feel objects as-if the first time. The smooth. The rough. Wet. Slippery. Savor foods orally, longer and slower, the moment of transition to a swallow.
Play, ponder, reflect, meander, wonder, dance, baithe, be, touch, taste, feel, savor, sense, notice, saunter, and gaze practically guaranteeing your aliveness. Your – I Am Here-. Make this wise soul investment. Treat your nervous system to the gentle, the timeless. Don’t wait.
6. What a great age… the wide eyed expression when they talk about the tooth fairy, their dog, their birthday on Saturday, elves and a special rock. All with magic and wonder for ordinary things. Everything is possible and everyday is an adventure. Today, I’m 6. Excuse me while I go and play with my inner 6 year old -this glorious Friday.
I love the way
you look
at me
a flash of interest
crinkle of brow
admiration in your eyes
entertained
mildly amused
wonder, intrigue
stir of desire
arousal of thought
enjoying my presence
reflecting your light
I love the way
you look
at me
A Fish Named Karen 