06 January 2006

Clean, Facing the Sun

I sometimes feel like I am on the edge of return -- like I'm coming back to life. I feel the soft air at night, the sweetness of my feet curled into my white parquet bath rug as I step out of my steaming shower in the morning -- clean, facing the sun, noting the red leaves and white sky of the day outside my blue bathroom's window.

I turned off the TV. I'm listening to music.

Life seems possible again, like I'm on the end of a limb ready to fall with stinging joy back to the earth, ready to run far from the dangers trodding steady like a black dog at my feet.

P.S. I miss my trelly-trelle (here pictured.)

7 comments:

Autrelle said...

You can't go around posting pictures of me on the internet. It's not my style. I miss you too!

karen said...

I miss you both. Please move to NYC everyone. Ama - write more. It makes me hear your voice in my head and I love it.

Autrelle said...

Karen! How is NYC? You should write more also! Hugs and kisses to everyone!

Kat Candler said...

my little amasita! oh how i love you dearly.

Autrelle said...

If I call you during the say tomorrow, answer the phone, or email me.

Clare Jane said...

Yes, Ama, you should write more. Your words are beautiful. Also, on a less mushy note, we need to talk about Kat's wedding film fest.

Cadra said...

Autrelle! Hi! I think I took that picture...
-Cadra

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