I awoke that morning early...too early. The sun wise thinking to rise, night still tucked under his chin. I imagined he lay there listening to the steady sound of distant planets rotating through space...a sound akin to the swish of naked pirouettes on silk. He listened to inner rumblings and tiny explosions resonating from deep within....a celestial meditation hour. It was at that moment that I propelled myself from bed intent on active brain and diving into one of several incomplete something's that niggle at the base of my brain. Somewhere between the computer starting and intention she popped into my head. My finger dialed on instinct, not a surprised to me. Connected we jumped down the rabbit hole. She three more hours awake than I...i called to...just for...because...there's no rhyme or reason no purpose of the season. I called because I could. Company charges a thing of the past, no roaming, long distance or anytime minute concerns. We shared greetings and new things. Caught up on gossip and how you feeling now. Shifted from morning pleasantries and settled into the meat of our lives. Then a shift...a spot light...focused on my Oregon fellowship...a communing of art and man. "Tell me about you, oh love of mine" caught by surprise,but needing to unwind I launched into truth talk about this magical time. She paused me as she loosed her witch work and unraveled my mind, spoke to my spirit and channeled the divine. She spoke me and stroked me. Released me on my way. Affirmed me, bibled me and told me what the goddess had to say. I closed my eyes, sat inside and let it all wash over and through...blessings to start my day. I rose shook it on...locked the best of the best in place. That's the kinda start I welcome to everyday.
Gratitude Goddess, gratitude!
(artist +activist) uses his/her artistic talents to fight and struggle against injustice and oppression—by any medium necessary