29 sept 2011 > 6/15 > Lovers/devil
How do you feed what you love?
What determines the health of your relationships?
How does ‘be-devilment’ serve you?
yawn… sippy the coffee. laid around in the bed forever today. WOw. I feel lucky. woke up went back to sleep, woke up, went back to sleep. I guess I needed that.
I’m using a prompt from my on line writer’s group this a.m. cause it’s irresistible and I must. Here is the quote that Jill sent us to use for the prompt.
Aimee Bender wrote “I loved my brother, but relying on him was like closing a hand around air.” Is this a great quote or what? What does closing your hand around air feel like? Imagine…
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I hold the air in my left hand
I don’t bother to tighten my grip
I don’t bother to close my hand
There is no need for that
There is no reason for that
Air is everywhere.
Filling and floating
giving of itself freely
The wider I spread my hand
The more air I can hold
The more expanse the air has
To come and go as it pleases.
Still, and always full in my hand
I bury my nose in my palm
Give a big inhale gathering the air
Up into my lungs filling me with
And still, my hand is full of air
I find it all very comforting
To imagine the hold air has on me
To imagine holding the air as if I could
Keep the breath of it even in my lungs
Because without it filling every space
Siting lazily in my cupped hand
Like it is right this moment
There would be no breath
For the Life of us.
Even with my fist clenched
I can not suffocate this air
This life force held here
In my outstretched hand