I often wake before the dawn, at that time when it feels as if you are between two worlds. My perfect time to gather myself, throw bones, create words if so inspired. This day I woke but continued to dream a fuzzy half awake, half asleep dream where the movement was slow and filled with shadow. Do you know what I mean? I think we all have these wondrous times when we are hearing the sounds of ancestors and angels. The moments lasted a long time ‘till I became truly awake to the sounds of blue birds squawking at each other and the sun pouring in on me and I rose with a sense of urgency to see the day. It was the first time I had heard a family of birds since the snows arrived and I felt refreshed, wanting, needing to hear the sounds of life, and feel the sun on my body even if only through glass.
Can you feel the sun? … warm on your skin … melting into your bones … calling you, teasing you, wanting to be your lover. Your arms open wide to embrace, face turned up, skin pulsing to each beat of your heart.