bowsunbelle

And under the bowsunbelle
I'll hold in the snowy shroud
She had no heart so hardened
All under the bowsunbelle

Been a glorious day of summer here in sunny, USA.
Been several glorious ays, actually.

Things especially happy:
*how all my senses have been heightened with my latest runs. I smile with the power in my form, pace and breath, the distinct sound and smell that greet me as the breeze whips through the long-needle evergreens and the chunka-chip repetition as my new shoes hit the cinders. Glorious.

*waking up with my daughter next to me-laughing and smiling. "Tell me a story," she said today not wanting to get out of the bed. I feel pangs of guilt as I drop her off at daycare, o I can get in some much-needed writing and bill-paying done.

*the sounds, smells and colours of the forest as seen Monday afternoon. I stopped to pick native flowers and enjoyed the fragrances, the delicate blossoms, each bug that accompanied them all...

I don't mind not being a hero. In fact, I was thinking how much closeness makes me wanna bolt. But today--being on my own I bask bask bask in my solo mio ness.
and tonight, I will make my dinner, eat well, read well, and sleep well. solo mio.

Her grey sky with bitter skin
A rain cloud rain on me
All out behind horizon, oh
A grey sky of bitter skin

And I will hang my head, hang my head low
And I will hang my head, hang my head low

blind faith

You are the reason I've been waiting so long. Somebody holds the key.

sunday summer. summer sumday sunday.
I love sundays in the summer.

so I have eased into the lazy days of no schedule way too easily this year. I think the surgery had something to do with it, honestly.

My sister called and asked, "what have you been doing?"
"I have no idea."

and that is fine by me.


if you are reading this right now, this smile is for you.
poo poo la la.