As Fall may finally be peeking it's head out...I am ready for it and waiting.
I need the softness it begets in me, the intimacy it summons.
In the mean months of Summer, I swell with confusion,
lost in my body's resistance to stay outward and flit about.
From the dark underbelly of the earth, it grows upwards in a slow crawl of secrecy, seducing us in it's subtle arrival. I lavish it's return.
The sweet smell of plant life sticks in the air, flowing through me and leaving it's trace all around my face. A smile grows; not unlike the smile of a wolf as it walks through a quiet forest.
My soul feels welcomed at last...by something. Home perhaps?
Quieted by the silence it creates as the earth grows calmer, I grow within.
The tension in my sides relax, my heart beats in time with the wind and I feel aligned with the world. Settled.
Fall is coming, can you feel it? It's seeping in.
©10/18/11DanyaMosgofian
~A storm is nature's way of kicking up dust, showing us the dark corners we've neglected so we can clean them out and begin anew. And sometimes storms are simply there to throw us off balance, to change the angle from which we view life and force us to see things from a different vantage point... even if that means looking up from our bottoms, mouth gaping wide~
Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.
Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.
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