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Anticipating

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Dehydration headache

From a challenging yet refreshing hike

Yesterday;

Never seem to drink enough water.

I am too distracted by beauty that catches my eyes.

I get tickled by these things.

Even the snakes. They terrify my but I cannot stop looking and wondering.

Bumble bees and wasps.

Spiders and caterpillars.

Hawks and vultures.

The different trees and different leaves.

The greens and the blues, the grays and the browns.

And the way is rocky so I have to stop quite often and gaze otherwise

I might trip and fall a very long way.

Then I stay up too late watching the

Fireflies dance in the forest.

They never cease to make me giggle with delight.

Never.

They mesmerize me.

My eyes trying to focus between the dark

And the light of their

Flitting fire.

I cannot even guess where they may light up

So I try not to blink leaving my eyes to soften

Without looking at one point.

Anticipation.

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Quickening

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Quickening.

This unfolding.

Turning

Shifting

Reaching

For

The newfound

Prism of

Uncountable

Bursts. Energies within.

Fascination.

Life.

To live fully

These breaths that fill my

Lungs.

Expanding each step,

Each glance internal,

Above

Around

Below

Learning

As if never knowing everything about anything.

Open. Never full. Ever room for more.

Opening with every blink of an eye to new

Knowings.

The Storm

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She stood in the kitchen and looked out the window.

She gasped at what she saw.

Her shoulders dropped and her arms went limp.

Hanging her head and turning her gaze to the floor

She whispered softly to herself,

“I just don’t think I can do it anymore.

I

Cannot make it

Through

Another

Storm.”

A silent, lonely tear rolled down her cheek.

Then she felt his hand on her shoulder.

“My precious Angel,

Why do you cry?”

“Look at me here,” she replied.

“My clothes are all tattered and torn. I am a mess and still weak from the last storm.”

He stood in front of her then

And with a loving hand lifted her chin so

He could meet her eyes and softly said,

“When the storm comes, and we know it will,

Whatever you do this time just hold me tight and

Don’t

Let

Go

Like you have done before.

Together we can love through anything.

You don’t have to stand alone like you always do.

You have never had to do it by yourself,

But you instinctively let go.

Don’t let go.

Hold on.

Hold on.

Hold on through the storm.”