postcard from michigan (august 1, 2009)
(front)
Sliver of bright burning fuschia sneaks through grey plus white puffy, thick pillows as the lake tosses and trips below.
(back)
The wind pushed through me today as I stood atop the bluff. Pushed and threw me as I watched the gulls float instead of fly even though they pushed to move through; the wind pushed back as they soared in one place. Like me with feet planted, no grounded as I soar with each push and pull, as I float while grounded.
Reader Comments (4)
Spread your wings and breathe in every.last.drop. xoxo
liz, i love your blog soooooo much. please make more VIDEOS and moving picture poems. you are sooooooooo inspiring and amazing!!!!
beautiful imagery, honey. last night i dreamed of you and jon, i met your hubby in my dream. (= xo
as I float while grounded ...wonderful image and thought.
Peace and love, JP/deb