there was a line in a blog tonight from someone i love...of course i love most of my reading list. "Huge lightening bolts of silence." isn't that the most beautiful of lines? it resonates in my soul and i hear it echoing through my senses. i wish i had written it (she writes beautifully)
i love the little bucket that sits on my desk these days. sometimes i fill it with something i love that week and sometimes it's empty. i love the morning light on it especially when it turns blue and soft.
after the hoopla of last friday the weekend was quiet, unassuming and sweet. dinners with brothers, visits with sisters, driving in the country and golden afternoon light. though i look at cobalt blue skies and bare branches, i see the very beginnings of what will become spring. the world has its cycles and i welcome them. i live - i breathe - i am. acceptance.
the slippers on my feet are new tonight - they're ugly and truly the very ideal of carnation pink (never my favorite crayon) but they were cheap and warm and feel snuggly. my feet are protected from the hard wooden floors. i can't turn my nose up at that.
sleep calls me...or is it the end of the fun but trashy novel that sits on my bed. i shuffle off to bed on the cotton sheets in my pink slippers. today, life is good and the thunderbolts still echo in my head.
