midday ramblings
so much in the edges of words and gestures and I want to wrap it all up in red and gold and never leave. I understand, it's too much after the long stretch, this kind of intensity. I don't stay that far down, I'm not deep sea, though I dream there, and slide down from time to time. I like the shallows, I wriggle in the bluegreen sunshine and play in the seaweed. This is rooted in something deep, though I took it to be floating on the surface. warmth in the corners of a smile, memories of alleyways and sandals, gin and tonic to sangria and flamenco, I wonder if I should worry if we'll get out of this without bruises and realise that I don't mind either way. It's worth it, and I don't look for failure when I'm happy.
A thanksgiving with family. It's been some time, not much more than a year. So lucky, to have this, to have you, to have love in multiple forms and happyness, my natural state and rare, I'm told, and no, it hasn't always been natural, conciously natural is more appropriate as I lean towards everything that makes the world magical. Vancouver at sunset, sparkling with magic and promise, all glistening around the abyss. Play at being blind while you can, I suppose, but remember to still see.