Five Things Friday

- Some days I sit at the computer, fingertips poised, a world of stories flipping through my mind.  Fragments of dreams, slivers of conversation, single pages from books, and hours of internal processing.  I have begun too many journal entries with the phrase "my thoughts swirl."  But when I lay my hands across the keyboard, all that comes out is a breath of golden leaves clinging stubbornly to the elms. 

- "You must keep rinsing out your heart."  That single command, residual words from a vivid dream, has tattooed itself across my chest.  Frida herself would be intrigued by this one, the salty sea and beating heart, aorta bright with life.

 - I need to paint all of the things.  I could begin today and never finish every image that suggests itself.  The more I tap into imagination, the more I record and acknowledge, the more I understand this limitless source.

- I am the bird who glories in the morning, in expansive space of pre-dawn, the possibility of sunrise and the hope in dew.  I need to crawl into bed earlier, because that first light is too good to miss.

- Sometimes I feel I could live a hundred different lives all within this single lifetime.  I feel so at home striding through gorgeous brick galleries swilling wine with urban artists, I feel so at home deep in the words miles away from the nearest human voice.  I feel at home in the dry heat, I feel at home in the dripping mist.  I feel at home with the ocean roaring in my ears, I feel at home in the thin mountain air.  I am at home everywhere and yet I carry my roots with me.

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My friends!  This week utterly escaped me and I've been remiss in naming the gift-a-way recipient of my sweetgrass!   CAT BABBIE, you beautiful soul, your name came out of the bowl!  Send me your address miss, and I'll have a package in the wind for you!  And to all my other ladies who wrote, thank you.  I love, LOVE reading your words, hearing about your lives and musing, your joys and trials.  Thank you.  You make my world a brighter place.