a memory from the rose garden…
hands in his hair
we stood in the curve
of an evergreen hedge
two small dots in the mist,
at the back of the rose garden
I hid from the rain
that pattered through leaves
in the lapels of his jacket
warmth, cocoa skin, and the smell of his neck
against my chilled cheeks.
palm to palm is holy palmers kiss
they say
what of
skin to skin
nose to nose
eye to eye
kissing like this
{ inside a cloud }
I can’t forget that feeling.
🌹
16 May 2018
journal entry:
We walked a dune path, morning glory flowers twining on either side, to find this little cove - this treasure trove of diamonds spilling from the cliff side, glinting in the afternoon sun. I was breathing deeply, taking in every last drop of the sweetness of the eucalyptus and hot sap, salt and spray in the wind. Washing in and out of the cove was the ocean, sparkling and deliciously blue…
hush hush hush it sings.
p.s.
on this stretch of coast you may find purple sands,
and a door leading to the sun…
liquid gold and bright minerals,
these are real hidden treasures.
14 May 2018
A few thoughts after a long, hot, weary day walking around L.A. …
Sometimes I am just a total goofball.
I cried in front of Judy Garland’s tomb, and again in front of Audrey Hepburn’s star on the walk of fame. Tears of love for these two souls and their incredible creations.
I cry a lot.
In the movie theatre, or when I am too excited, or even when I am simply so in love with everything that it spills over.
I am human, in a beautifully imperfect world. L.A. is a strange place, in my eyes - wholly imperfect, yet still holy.
I don’t need to go to a temple to find a sense of reverence; this world, just as it is, is a special place.
I don’t need to always be calm, or collected;
sweet, or perfectly practiced.
To be human is to feel,
to live in a body.
The sacred nature of this world lies not in all that is transcendent, I think, but in the vast mix of all experience, all wonder, all chaos. Somewhere in that mix is the magic that enchants us.
