had an hour to myself yesterday
while my brother was getting a massage,
i walked up the road and got lost in wildflowers by the sidewalk for a while…
i got mesmerised by the twisting branches
and the tree’s sweet leaves
the sky was sublimely blue
i got distracted by a huge rope tower for children to play on
and i placed down my bag, kicked off my shoes
and i made my conquest
hands, arms, feet hurting that wonderful goodness
as i giggled my way to the top
i felt like rapunzel up there
the rope made beautiful patterns across the sky above
after i finished, i surveyed the little park i was in.
i sat on the bench, and searched through my bag
all i need to amuse me is~
a notepad (with gorillas on the cover), my camera, water, a bag from venice (thanks little sister!) and a book (Moon Rites in this instance)
i took some self portraits
i soaked in the warmth of the sun on a park bench
then i crawled under a canopy of bush trees to read my book
in there i found the most beautiful, serendipitious thing ~
a tree which looked like the goddesses i read of…
it was my friend as i sat there,
reading, watching ants scurry in the earth beneath me.
that was one hour of my day.
a gloriously free, unkept hour in my life
when no one expected me to be anywhere,
i had nothing to do,
and it was beautiful.