What more pleasant sensation
than sunshine on skin,
Spirit and flesh drinking in the light
Of God and energy itself.
~Terri Guillemets
The philosophy of mine earth can be summed as this: Sunshine creates happiness, and I create myself. Nights are long and life is predominantly good. Wind is refreshing. Tea is wisdom. Do the best you can, and be good to yourself so that you can above all be good to others. ~Jessi Lane Adams
Of all the places my feet have traveled, of all the things my eyes have seen, there is no better place than here in this place, with sand covered toes.
"Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under the trees on a summer's day, listening to the murmur of water, or watching the clouds float across the blue sky, is by no means waste of time." ~John Lubbock
Sitting...calm your breath...be still. Attempting to quiet my mind, a feat I had mastered before children. Now my mind races, and when stillness finally sets in, I almost cheer, and then the stillness is gone.
"If you are walking to seek, ye shall find." ~Sommeil Liberosensa
Wandering has never had so much meaning as it does now.
"It is only when we silent the blaring sounds of our daily existence that we can finally hear the whispers of truth that life reveals to us, as it stands knocking on the doorsteps of our hearts." ~K.T. Jong
Solitude is not something that finds its way to me. There is always someone clinging to the fabrics, someone in need, someone to hold, and someone to soothe. Even when the moment seems to be knocking at the door, when the children are asleep, and solitude can come easy, there they are, my children, clinging to my heart. I'm never really alone anymore, as a mother I'm not really sure you can be. Maybe you're only truly alone, maybe you only truly belong to yourself in those middle years of unappreciated youth, it's then that you belong to no one and no one belongs to you. It's then that time moves like water, in and out like the tide, no hour carries more weight than the others. Minutes are taken for granted, and time is abundant.
There have been fleeting moments where I've screamed to the stars for solitude, let me be like them, twinkling and far away. I've yearned for a moments peace, to feel like I belonged to myself and only to myself again.
I belong to those I birthed.
I'm an observer of time, as it flows across my children's faces.
I'm a hoarder of memories.
A vessel that has been filled and emptied twice over. A soul that bears the remnants of others.
What a gift to be living, to look back, to dream, to appreciate life's profound seasons...to understand everything and nothing at all.
My girl. Both of my girls are my girls, but this one, oh she's mine, from her temperament, to her laugh, down to her, not as long as it should be, fuse. She is my mirror, my mini me, my challenge, my littlest love. She wants mama and only mama, and that's alright with me.
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