I wake at 4am but stay in the warmth of bed, drafting poems in my head.
I stitch together words about the palpable silence, enfolding me like velvet.
Craft prose about my nine-year old’s ability to now use tweezers on his own.
I sift in the warmth of jersey sheets, the soft pillow under my head, the scent of aloe soap on the Bohemian’s bare skin next to me. I do not want to leave this bed to write. I’d like to languor here, right now.
And so I do, until I drift back to dreams, sleeping in til sunrise.
Since I’m on vacation this week, I’ll allow myself to drop kick my writing discipline.
Take a morning hike with Jeb and Moodha the dog instead. We wander through damp guava groves and forests of norfolk pines. As we walk, he’ll occasionally pose a question toward the future afternoon.
“Can we watch a movie when we get home?”
“Right now we’re in the guavas with Moodah. Let’s be here for now.”
Jeb offers good reminders.
Funny, this time/space thing. The here and now.
Right now in this moment, I post forest photos from the past, intended for your viewing in the future. Go figure.
Wherever you find yourself on the continuum, I hope you are enjoying your present.
love these shots!
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Thanks so much!
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Keep clicking! 🙂
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Will do! I really like your blog header photo. Nice shot.
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Thanks much, but I need to find the owner since I stole this from the internet through a google search.
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Beautiful 🙂
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Mahalo!!
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