Getting into the GROOVE of it...

29 October 2017 12:00 AM

(I took longer today - I listen to the music, and put my meditation "photos" on slideshow - and as I'm contemplating the pictures, listening to the music, I'm doing my Kegel exercises. And I was having a good time - so I took longer....)

Following the sheep down the winding road, the sides of the road, the hills are higher, how do they do that? I'd like to see the construction plans, blue prints, and the dead tree at the side of the road, catches my attention - I wonder if it was lightning. The leaves are dancing across the stone patio, the coot is walking across the ice, his webbed feet look like air mattress, an INTERESTING BIRD, look inward, the chisel applied to the wood, there, chip there, and here, let's make a new wand, whatnot, sunlight streaks across the rocks at the edge of the ocean, the current bring the waves in, a bit of a crash, the sound of water crashing against the sandy beach, against those rocks is interesting, we like this, listening to the silence, the call of the sea birds, and the water crashing against the rocks, we are sitting up, standing at attention, here's the map, let's plan our journey, here, between the swing set, the girl in her pinafore and the boy in his frock coat, the high collar, he is trying to look grownup, but he wants to go play, at least they are given leave, run to the pond, and cast your toys in the water, the sailboat that Stewart Little navigated, or perhaps Peter Pan frolic in the Serpentine, Circle Pond, the prams are being pushed by proper nannies, in their starched black dresses, hair pinned up to the top of their head, bonnets which conceal, I would what they do on their day offs, do they let their hair fly...