Walk with me. Here, take this ~
Neatly wrapped in three translucent layers of slightly used (but clean) cheesecloth. Covered in lavender bloom and honey bee embroidery. And perfectly pleated corners.
Loose twine tied – handmade, flower embedded paper – and a message about courage, in typewriter ink.
It smells of cinnamon crumble poundcake, with a sprinkle of lemon zest.. and espresso.. and the morning breeze.
A gift. From me to you. Take it in both hands. Put it in your pocket to nibble on throughout the day. Dip it in your coffee. Break off a hunk and share it with someone. It’ll make you feel good.
It’s a gift of life and warmth. Each bite will make your mouth water more – and your brain will reward your entire body with an orgasmic flood of sweet serotonin nectar. This gift, romantically wrapped in old timey ways, is actually more a message about time… Maybe even a note-to-self.
You must slow down
The spinning of the earth will knock you to a stumble, BOY – if you’re not paying close enough attention. Steady your knees and brace your back, or taste the dirt and blood.
It’s a wonderful day to be alive. I am alive in the fumbling mess of trying to get my point across. A tangle of words that don’t taste quite right, and I can feel the knots when they leave my mouth. I want them to linger around for a bit longer, like honey on my tongue.
I want you to taste springtime with me.
It’s fleeting, so you kinda have to pay attention to the details before the heat comes.
If I’m alive,
Then so are you.
This is a study of authenticity
A documentation of the heroic act of fumbling about the world.
From this side of the mountain, it’s a time to be brave and say the words out loud
A testament to the work and of its worth.
It’s a closing of creaky doors, where the frame had become slightly off-kilter, due to a half century of settling – making it hard to shut all the way.
And an opening of windows to feel the warmth of sunlight. And cool breeze of the moon.
There was a long while.. a long long time.. where many phases of the same moon passed over me with her tongue out. Taunting me. Laughing and poking fun at my lack of smell and sight and taste.. and the fact that I couldn’t feel her.
She could drag ten thousand pound waves all the way around the world. She’d pull entire beaches from one continent to another, overnight – all for fun – but never once did she cover me warm in the night, and tell me that everything was going to be just fine.
In this package of cloth, flavor, and sweet scent, is an apology in the wind. And a thank you to those who sat long enough in the bitter taste, so I felt a little less alone.
This is me.. crawling out of a hole I scraped into my own side to hide in, under the guise of private matters
Over time, this will look like fast moving stop motion stories of scribbled memories and hopeful projections.
A proclamation of grace toward this silly life.
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