Tuesday's Intention

What to do?  What to do with the free hours of this day? Find ferns? Fringey, wild art sprung straight from earth? Leafy filigree  - categorize, admire? Or instead, befriend a moth? Let bees carry off secrets, released? Maybe play with words? Pliable, abundant, but never enough. Draw? Paint? Create...create. Bow to spirit? Sweep broad strokes - awe across my horizon? Forget the brush. Soak hands in color. Life, so tender. Smooth this. Pat that. Grace in fingerprints, left behind.

a little birdie told me

                                             

 

Good Morning, my friends. I've been absent for awhile, but I am still wrinkling daily. Hope today finds you peaceful, and maybe even a little rested. Did you wake up to the chattering of birds, like I did? Did you remember to smile at the the thought of their soft bellies and curling toes? How good it is to remember.