Well, here I am. Writing a blog. Who knew!?
Ani DiFranco is singing to me about the glory of the atom from the safe little womb that is the basement flat of my beloved friend. Surrounded by the Earth, the energy here is very different from my first floor flat above shops that I left behind to be here. My new tenants should be settling in now, and I wish them every happiness in the space that nurtured me through the phase of life I have just left.
And so here I am. The sea greets me from the end of the road every time I leave to go somewhere, and I have spent much time with her. Singing my stories. Singing my sadness. Singing my joy. Singing my gratitude. She was most beautiful a few days ago when we caught the end of the channel island storms. Her power humming in the air, bringing the smell of sea salt inland, and covering my glasses with a fine film. Here I have to remain vigilant in order to be able to see clearly! And then I ask: is this not always so?
No comments:
Post a Comment