Life is a mushroom. A Touch. Wisdom. Life is sharing. Living. Life is leisure. Family. Life is abundance of generosity. Love. Healing. Essence. Life is everyday. Life is fruitless without everyday. It loses its charm, cadence, soul. Life is life. Life is a kid in a candy store. Joy. Life is endless bubbles. Fun.
My backyard last night, all covered up in pink. Can’t beat it, can you? Breathe!
“Are you there yet?” “Yes, I am”, replied the feathered friend nested in the lantern. Nature and its things.
I wished to also be there, way up, relaxing on my make believe bed, looking down on the world and the passerby, checking on them going by.
I wished I was up there dreaming, wondering what the view would be like, how the people would appear in their itty bitty costumes, react once I was spotted piercing thorough the lantern, wondering if I would irradiate a pint of light, a beacon of an answered question and let them be guided.
I wonder, if I would be sitting quietly, rain or shine, hot or cold, eyes closed, the wind blowing, taking it all in, breathing; looking in a straight line, hanging upside down or upward or down up, depending on the present combinations of rubik’s cube I land in. Perhaps, it wouldn’t be so coquettish I lean on the stairwell solid brass pretending I was home, while wondering if my newly minted roommates would parachute in to tell me a bedtime story.