Happiness 12-12-12
the evening after; a songbird in December; levitating.
the evening after; a songbird in December; levitating.
meeting on the bridge; climbing to the top of the mast in a storm; flannel sheets dried in the sun.
coming in for landing; dark blue velvet; the great power of gentleness.
a siesta in the afternoon; riding through Sherwood Forest; grinding wheat with a handgrinder.
setting off early; turning over a card; redemption.
holding it together; slow-dancing on the ship’s deck; swathed in tulle.
almost time to begin; seated on a throne by the ocean; being a shepherd.
remembering that weekend; a sliver of light under the door; singing bowls.
owning your very own island; the crowds cheering; discovering the mystery of dark matter.
heading out the morning after; being nominated for a peace prize; a money tree in full bloom.
a green roof; meeting for tea during a snowstorm; breaking plates on purpose.
inventing the wheel; shedding an old skin without a murmur; snow in a glass ball.
the mysteries of the tide pool; graciously accepting the award; entering the citadel on a horse.
goodbye to all that; retreating to the cave for the winter; a magic hand-mirror.
peering over the stone wall; smaller than you can imagine; a butterfly dreaming about Paris.
a small house in the Scottish Highlands; the owl entering her room with a message; stretching your hands from one shore to the other.
a strange motion in the sea; seeing undines for the first time; sewing pearls onto the ballgown.
I am mulling and researching what I thought was a great idea: “If you buy one of my books from my website, I’ll give a copy of that same book to…” But I’ve discovered that finding the best place to donate a book to isn’t all that easy.
reaching for the sky; a she-wolf taking care of twin babies; sculling slowly through the village.
a different listening; dancing your way out of the cave in the cliff; wrapped in silk.
kissing under the bridge; a fantastic coincidence; setting up your tent in the snow.
sliding down the rainbow; a field of wild ginger; wondering about the light flickering in the high turret.