I like the feel of quiet that lays on a morning lake. A bit of golden sparkle from the rising sun, the slow float of swans, and early morning fishermen waking the lake up. I think.. The lake, does it ever really sleep? Does it just go all quiet in the dark blanket of night letting it’s inhabitants have their rest?
Early, a.m. on Lake Fenton. The Sun is just hitting the tree line,rising it brilliance, calling the day to have life’s offerings. It has just hit my eyes with a stab of orange light filtered through the poplar in front of the deck. I can’t look at it with out it blinding me. It hits the water and sends a blaze across the lake directly over my body. I’m going to pause here and let it in….The call of a Canadian goose moves me from my revery.
It’s my dear niece’s birthday today. 17, with life ablaze and calling her to live it. I dedicate this day to her magnificence and the pleasure of being in her life, watching her unfold with intelligent grace, and a sassy sense of humor. Look out world she’s a coming to get ya.
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Golden shining child of my heart
Your sun rises to meet life
Cast your light out over calm seas
Fill the sky with brilliance
Wake the rhyme of life
In lyrical celebration
Innocence still moves your days
Caresses the edges of your wonder
Pulls you deeper into yourself
Sends you further out to the beyond
To find the you that is meant to be
Rising to the Sun’s call
Golden shining child of my heart
Live life to Love’s call
Be your best self.
19 august 2011 > 13/4/0 > death/emperor/fool
What does letting go of that thing that you need letting go of, keep you from letting go?
Do you have your life in order?
What might happen if you just let yourself get all silly and act the fool?
Jeanne Adwani ~ geezer girl 