clothes in piles, choosing the simplest and most comfortable. plain.
feeling my bodymind slow slow sloooow down. feel the complexity of life gently sift and settle. into the sensation of air on my skin. the brush of hair on my neck. nora singing slow, sweet. housemate exchange, drenched in love. feeling that a lot lately; love pressing in from all sides. swallowing and breathing it hits me like a train and i have to sob briefly into the plain, black skirt i am in the middle of folding.
i have been graced with
it chokes my breath off, to let that in. drifting into the living room, perching with the cats
again it presses around, the gentle delicate loveliness of (my) life
sinking into the beauty-drenched world that surrounds me.